Raven's Watch silverwave

they sat in their mutually unsaid cubicles of emotion and spoke of the fjord. there was so much gratitude in teya that bridget spoke with acceptance, even encouragement.
i wanted to know what was beneath, her heart said, beneath the care for others and the sweet objectivity — they'd had it, hadn't they? for a time.
why the silver pierce of regret? why was it here now? where was her excitement to leave, to be shut of all that came before? 
teya did not want to leave the cardinal, now that she had no path to turn back. of course she did. this didn't have to be a decision.
"few things i want to see there. first, to go to highest point and see stars over sea. nothing like it. the forest is wild with dark green trees and sort of — always sloping. made to climb more there," she joked, and then a pause came; "i not go back for them. i think i go back for me."
the murk of her past was not worth fishing. glintcreek had been there and then it had not. perhaps it was closure she thought.
"and you, bridget? you go back to brecheliant? or —" teya faded to silence, though her tone held the same inquiring support that bridget had always borne for her.