Deepwood Weald I'd hide, but

Yellow eyes raised and fixed on her. His features were youthful, though there was something slightly haggard about his face, even aside from the scars. Towhee’s gaze quickly moved from those to his lips as they moved in the familiar pattern of a greeting. The “hello” wasn’t the only familiar word.

Rodyn, she repeated, wondering why she recognized it. I’m Towhee.

She’d originally planned to exchange a few pleasantries, then be on her way. But she paused to dig through her memories to place him. She definitely hadn’t seen his face before but she swore she knew his scent. But it was the name that niggled at her.

You, she began, only for clarity to hit her upside the head, oh. You lost Samani, Towhee acknowledged, her own expression shifting into an empathetic frown.

Right? They unfortunately have a lot in common too. :(