Blackbeak Bluff with all these memories bittersweet

Her revelation left him silent. This was one thing he could not fathom, nor did he entirely wish to. Such a predicament explained far more in the way of answers that his questions folded under the weight of such a statement. He always liked to think he had the answers, if not immediately then by processes of cobbling together whatever worked. But he did not have one exact answer to suit himself for what she had done; there were plenty of reasons leading up to whys and hows, and some of them were better left unanswered. His head bowed then, away from her gaze with a calmness he wasn't so surprised to have.

"Seems we're doing quite the job of living up to our names," and which ones he didn't say. His head lifted to catch her gaze again. "I'm sure it was for the best, not that it changes anything." Even a blind man could have felt how deeply it unsettled her; it unsettled her enough to carry regret, to have presumbly fled, and of course there were all those little piercing pieces of what if or wonder why and the emotions therein. He thought it all a messy affair, far too keen on letting it go as best he could.

"What do you intend to do now, hm? The time's right to leave all this disaster behind where it belongs." He knew he would come to terms with it all another time, but already he sought to keep them moving, to keep them busy. They had enough of a handle on history to know what dwelling did on broken down souls and that remained ever a constant in his memory.