Lost Creek Hollow i'll draw a map of the world

Laser-focused, Doedapple’s eyes found the woman approaching them. For a moment, she tensed.

Then, she recognized her and the breath left her in a huff.

Silvertongue. She looked tired, and Doe’s eyes clocked the leg for only a moment before she pulled her eyes back to Silver’s.

A wry, tired smile. A cracked voice (-maybe never again, serah. the wounding was deep.)

Its good to see you.