Dragoncrest Cliffs avec amour

Winter; three months ago. Where had she been then? What was she doing when they'd—
The weight of it all crushes her lungs, her ribs; she cannot breathe. There is sudden silence in place of the screeching sobs, a shattering echo of hiccups that fill the air. Too much, too much—
Aching, aching, aching, and then she gathers herself with a numbing burst of energy, even as the heaviness curls through her bones, cords within her muscles.
I'm sorry dat I was not heah, she finally croaks out, hoarse and thick and laced with so much guilt. So, so much. dat I could not help. Maybe, maybe I could 'ave-- but there was nothing to say. Nothing that could rectify, nothing that could take her back;
She will never see them again.
Fighting, trembling, paw reaching to viciously wipe the tears that pool and clutch. Can you ever forgive me?