Noctisardor Bypass dammit pomegranate

It was Druid after all, and Fiona breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't some stranger meandering in the wood. She was greeted with a friendly question, and Fiona offered a light shrug. Doing alright. Needed a bit of 'me' time for a little while there. The witch was certain that Druid, of all wolves, would understand that.

How about you? Everything going okay? she asked. Hopefully nothing stressful had kicked up during her brief hiatus from social life. Then again, Rivenwood seemed hellbent on imploding in on itself.