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If you can. Bridget replied, understanding that it might not be something she could do. She wouldn’t force it if that was the case.

When Lestan came she let him take over, following them quietly back but not remaining in their den. It felt invasive, even with the invitation, so she promised to remain nearby and returned to the place she’d spent the previous one, out under the stars.

Tomorrow morning she would go searching for the herbs she’d been shown when she was younger. She remembered distinctly what they tasted and smelled like - the sight was less clear, but she’d know them when she found them.

She thought of Teya, back in Brecheliant with her new children, and of Maia and Eljay and their family as well. The touch of melancholy from earlier bloomed into loneliness in her chest. She would spend some time watching the waves before sleep would come.