Arrow Lake i'm bracing for the pain and i am letting go

At some point during the night, muttering to ghosts in her sleep, River woke up with an inceptive thought. And like a seed planted, this idea grew and grew through the night – watered, pruned, and tended – until daylight broke and the thought had grown into a tree of resolution, its roots entwined down her brainstem and buried down deep into her heart.

The Sandraudiga rose from her stonebed and made her way down to the lake as the sun emerged on this clear, crisp day. She came to the spot where she had met Cad Kin, and she closed her eyes, lifting her face to be bathed in heatless rays. With a sharp inhale, she turned away from the lake and forded a path towards the woods.

You were always free.