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

Finish up in the next couple of posts?

His words were blunt and to-the-point, and Paarthurnax regarded her friend with glassy copper eyes as she blinked up at him in disbelief. She very much doubted that Bazi had stayed away willingly from the place and wolves she had come to love; it pained her to see that Scimitar had already given up on her. With a sad frown, the crimson beauty ducked her head and pressed her ears back against the sleek russet fur of her nape, too exhausted and emotionally drained to press the topic further.

Scimitar moved on from the sensitive subject of his missing intended, asking gently if there was anything that he could do for her. "Could you... walk with me?" Paar responded, her soft voice tainted by the weight of her sorrow; "just to my den, so I can rest." Assuming it's still there. She'd left her cache of dried herbs and medicines on her departure, figuring that it was the least she could provide considering they had lost their medic. But now that Paar had returned, she wished to resume her position as healer as soon as she was better rested, and it was very likely that her old stores would require maintenance.