Sunset Valley What the future says,

morwenna watches blackfell with a quiet intensity, her gaze unwavering as he places the herbs down with sharp movements. the tension in the air is palpable, the distance between them growing smaller with every silent beat. her heart hammers lightly in her chest, but she does not let the unspoken emotions take hold.
when he speaks, she hears the bite in his words, but her expression remains serene, poised. i am not alone, she replies softly, her voice carrying a weight of unspoken understanding. her eyes flicker over him, noting the conflict that dances in his crimson stare. the subtle shift in his posture—he is torn. she knows this. she feels it too.
she steps closer, her presence grounding, steadying. he will come for them, sun eater, the children he does not have in possession. her heart cracks at leaving c'ede'; it had happened so fast— would she ever be able to find him again? i have no will for where or when.
morwenna knows that neither of them can escape their past. but she does not need to run from it. she will not be broken by it. but it is fire that he lacks, kol.
fire that you and i have.