Hushed Willows A couple bodies in the garden where the grass grows

Fading!

I'm glad you told me.

Mae fought the urge to scoff. What a load of shit. At his question she looked up, eyes cold and hard. No, She said, and picked herself up to move on. Gonna get back to patrolling.

And that was exactly what she did. Whether Boone joined her or not, Mae intended to spend several hours at the borders. She certainly wasn't sticking around for more disingenuous sentimental bullshit.