Redhawk Caldera But in her eyes, we were saints

Hotah followed her without question, matching her unhurried pace up the hillock. When they reached the tree, his gaze flicked briefly to the roots, to the small place he knew too well, before he settled beside her.

He eased down with a quiet breath, shoulders relaxing as the stillness took hold. For a moment, he said nothing at all.

Then, softly, with a glance toward her and the tree above, he murmured, -I’m glad we came.-

And he stayed there with her, present, steady, letting the quiet do its work.