Sunspire Mountains this circumstancial consequence

Despite the offered smile, Falwasi angled her head slightly to the right, reminded by his words of the mild but apparent wounds she wore. She was not embarrassed nor ashamed of them — nor proud of them. They were simply there for her personal awareness, and always there to remind her of their loss. Perhaps if she'd fought harder, she might not have escaped her death, and Scimitar would be left with only Kieran as aid... It was a whole web of could-have's, would-have's, excuses and truth, but she could not differentiate them. They were too similar.

"How are you faring now?," Mordecai asked, releasing the complicated wolf from her equally complicated thoughts. She shifted her eyes to look at him before moving her face. "I don't know," she said, a gentle crease appearing on her forehead, "Physically, well. Mentally.. I've been held in a hiatus." This was true; Scimitar had yet to reveal the next step, and she'd been in pause since their meeting. He'd already elaborated on his idea of relocating, and it seemed he was taking it to the next level.

Falwasi studied the male before her; he didn't look patently different from the last time she'd seen him, as far as she could remember. Although her memory was good, it wasn't extraordinary. "What about you?"