Swiftcurrent Creek Holding me back, gravity's holding me back

Oh—she was something, surely.

Her confession was both equally endearing and entirely frustrating all together. “We can have someone present—make sure they stay on the topic at hand,” he offered, deciding entirely to skip over the fact she just called herself—inadvertently?—crazy.

Or, that others believed she was.

He wouldn’t have necessarily used the word to describe her… Flighty, whimsical, immature… A dreamer.

He also didn’t know anything about her, truly. She was in Kvarsheim and seemed to be quite smitten with Lestan—enough to jump ship here. She garnered Arric’s attention and friendship—and seemed to hold enough compassion to her pack mates to look out for them in the ways she could.

None of it was a topic he was going to touch with a ten foot pole.

“Do you have a den your comfortable in? If you want help finding one and digging it out… If you’re in pain already you should be taking it easy.”