Sawtooth Spire [m] Fled and Regained

He squinted as he inhaled, well aware of what the reality of his search would likely be. "Yeah," He agreed, softly. Pensive, for a moment, he simply gazed out into the distance. The luxurious high from their escapade had worn off, with the conversation turning to his search. He tried to warm his gaze as he returned it to her, but found himself struggling. 

"If you're alright...I might get going, if that's, uh, okay?" There would always be time for him to search- but as she'd pointed out, the mountains were dangerous. Every moment he spent not searching was another moment the children might be alone. 

By now, it was likely already too late- but he couldn't give up yet.