Northstar Vale crocus

tamar hurt for meadow.

and yet this hurt was tempered by a feeling of distance, and one that turned to dread as the healer spoke.

of course she had known it was coming.

"thank you, meadow." her voice felt very far away. "i understand, and i hope that —" she bit her lip, and said no more, only reaching to touch the other though the gesture now wavered.