Swiftcurrent Creek Say something, I'm giving up on you.

It was the unspoken that caused him to shift – the simple assumption that Bazi had hurt herself. That she was not returning because of some physical ailment – or worse, because she was no longer of this earth. He could not bring himself to speak it, nor truly think it. It was much easier to believe she had simply left them behind without a second glance.

“Don’t be. She made her choice,” he offered, trying to cut off the emotion from his voice as he straightened. But that was not his current concern – it couldn’t be, for Kaskara was not back yet with word or details, and so he had to focus on something now. Something tangible.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” It was a light question, his tail sweeping through the air as he cleared his throat, stabilizing himself once more. He pushed all thoughts of the white dove from his mind, and instead, waited to see what Paarthurnax requested of him – she had traveled far, he imagined, and had already hit her own emotional capacity.