Emberwood There's no such thing as time to kill, nor time to throw away

Dusty Rose spoke —

and it was nothing new, nothing she hadn't heard or thought before, but all the same it was what she'd needed to hear. It was what she'd needed to finally realize that she was doing it again; she was waffling, doubting herself, running to find safety where there was none to be had. There's nowhere that's safe.

What did she want to do?

Then - She rolled to sit upright again, eyes meeting Dusty Rose's as she finished. Then we'll travel. And we'll throw lots of parties, and we won't wait for anything. That was what she wanted. Perpetual escape; the final shedding of all that burdened her. If time won't wait, then neither will we.