Qeya River dance the ghost with me

he did not speak it, but wren could see it in his eyes. disappointment. hurt. resentment.
how long had it been?
can't say that i have, she scoffs, stiffly taking a few steps toward him. not much happens up here anyway.
she wasn't sure what to say to him next. i'm sorry? why didn't you chase after me? you're too late to the game? none of them seemed to come to her as she lowers her eyes away from his.
you know i couldn't have gone on without her, akavir, her voice is gravelly and monotonous in order to shield the dejection that freezes her veins. i thought-- i thought i was doing you and myself a favor by leaving.