Rising Sun Valley leidon

the tread of the step was familiar; heda blinked and looked up, and there was the stern-eyed, silent figure of the bearish man who had tried to provide for she and druid.
until you, heda reminded herself. smeared in mud and tears, she was once more at her utter worst. but she reminded herself that glaukos had never seen her cry and speak cruelly to her in the middle of it, or accuse her of —
he didn't know her and that was best for him. as if to emphasize this, she stood with a softer expression, but did not approach. he was torn with healing cuts; she took a step forward, then stopped.
remembering what she had said with a nauseating stab of guilt, heda blinked. "are you coming h — back?" tones quiet, weighted. it shouldn't matter to her and yet it did. "i guess i mean to ask if you want to come back," she amended, suddenly numb. 
the golden eyes blinked again. "i wasn't there. what happened?"