Bramblepoint But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun.

for a white-hot instant, teya hated the man who had followed her and was now speaking. but her mind, desperate for whatever passed as structure, security, grasped onto the pillars of his voice.
very slowly did her breaths subside into normalcy, teya drinking air as though she had never tasted it before. but the tears arrived next, shocked ones that would not have been so bitter for shock alone, but it was not only surprise which drove them. loss raised its head for the opportunity as well.
teya was so tired of crying, and crying aloud in front of others.
when she had wiped her face and found some inner stability, the raven swallowed, moving gingerly to face the man. he appeared quite flesh-and-blood, though a whisper told her you cannot be sure. teya wanted to run. instead she whispered, "thank you" in a voice made small with weariness.