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It felt as if Wren had been underwater, as of late. She ached without her lover; an agony that never seemed to cease, never left her mind for more than a fleeting second. And the coldness in Gunnar's eyes, stone circle and creek torn asunder, the implication that she had sought to murder and without any reason—
Often did she think of leaving, of finding her woman and shedding this coil. Often did she lie awake at night, a flurry of fears that creep up her spine and into the walls of her body. Kvarsheim Moss Eshe Akavir Arric Mae Silvertongue
It had been too much, too much; and she feared that all she had loved was now destroyed after she had worked so hard to get herself here, and—
When Akavir found her, she had been seated just beyond the reach of the border, head rested between her wrists. She does not speak to him, not at first; merely acknowledges him with a thrum of her willowy tail and gazes upon him with burning, glassy eyes.