Dawn Treader Valley Just like before, my spirit coming up

riverclan was not so far away. silvertongue paused as andromache touched her, starved for wren and starved for akavir and starved for crowfeather, for those who had defined all her love until now. a cry erupted inside her; she swallowed it down and back. "i need to go back. if it does not go well, i shall return to the desert." shadowpup, stormpup; her heart hurt. "there are — amends i must make." but in the next moment she turned, changed, eyes half-lidded, mouth wet; "perhaps you will allow me to repay you in my own way, andromache."