The Heartwood Ashen Remains

Bridget’s smile took on a slightly reflective nature as she nodded in agreement. Healing hadn’t been the life she would have called for herself when she was younger, but she’d had no patience back then and, if she was honest, no clue what she wanted to do with her life. We can’t always fix things, but the times when I manage it make every chance worth it. She’d helped and healed countless strangers over the years and had no idea if some of them even still lived. She still wouldn’t take back any of it.

Then her expression lit up a bit with humor as she came back to the focus of the current conversation. With that kind of optimism, you might make a good healer yourself. Maybe, if it’s something she wants to hear about. She and Teya were complicated in ways that were hard to describe.

Have you found what you were looking for, since leaving home? She’d talked the poor woman’s ear off about her own problems but knew next to nothing about her - where she lived, who she ran with, where she was heading. Bridget wouldn’t pry but it didn’t seem fair to let her leave as a stranger after the conversation they’d been having. And maybe there was a chance they could cross paths again if she knew where to look.