Firefly Glen and time breaks your heart

Morwenna’s heart beat a touch faster at his words, and a new light entered her eyes. She’d felt the weight of her place here, among strangers who hardly knew her name, and that isolation had worn her down in ways she hadn’t realized until this moment. The Creek... a place she could start anew with those who would see her, not as some relic of her past but as someone with purpose.

A diplomat, he’d said, and she let the word sink in, her lips curving just slightly. I’d be honored, she answered quietly, her voice softened but firm. She'd been a diplomat once, wielding words as deftly as teeth—an art that came as naturally as breathing. But this time, she was prepared to defend those words, too. And I can fight, if the need calls for it.

She lifted herself up, catching Akavir’s steady gaze, the thrill of something new simmering beneath her calm. I’d rather go back with you, to be honest. Start this journey right, she added with a smile. Then she nodded with a respectful tilt of her head, acknowledging his rank and invitation with the earnestness he deserved.