The Heartwood Ashen Remains

Bridget’s smile grew a little at the easy offer, and it helped in a number of ways. Lucky indeed! Vale was easy to talk to and seemed understanding, plus seemed to have a sense of humor worth sharing. All qualities Bridget tended to need when it came to heavier times. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to talk to someone about some of this.

I’ll take you up on that, I think. Just because it was an excuse doesn’t mean I don’t actually need some. She chuckled, then shook her head as they likely began walking. Between the two of them keeping an eye out, they should spot something, but she wasn’t going to go so far as to say they should split up. She didn’t care that much about finding it.

I shouldn’t need an excuse, I know, but it’s been harder and harder just hanging around at home. I love my packmates, but I can’t help feeling it might be time to move on. I don’t think I’ll be able to find what I actually need, if I stay, but I’m not sure they’ll understand. So I’ve been avoiding it, I guess. Bridget looked at Vale with a good-natured smile. You wouldn’t happen to have any brilliant words of advice for that kind of conversation, would you?