Redhawk Caldera We never really lose them

He let her words dissolve, her queries upon him met with a shifting of his shoulders. He'd do. He wasn't keen on unloading upon anyone what he felt.

He was more intrigued about the words she'd offered before inquiring after his welfare.

Are you okay? Killdeer asked, cocking his head. I don't think running away from yourself ever works.

He would know too well.