Qeya River What’s meant to be will always find a way.

The brute speaks and she smiles a little, confident enough to know what he’s getting across. She looks at him a bit longer and finally nods, taking a step back. Her kids are old enough they don’t need her but she misses them already, having only stretched her legs a little in her time away. “Goodbye,” she says and lingers a few seconds before turning back and taking the long way back to the glacier.