Silver Moraine all the world you roam turns you into stone

She quiets at his reaction to her words, only nodding as she rises and takes a tentative step closer to him. The inkstain is still for only a breath, watching his face — she's not sure she'll say anything at all until the words come tumbling from her. It is admirable, She says softly. And — I won't forget this. I won't add to your grief.
But she's tired, and he's offered her a safe place to sleep — to heal. To Morningside, then? She offers a smile, attempting lightheartedness. It will have to be a slow journey, but she's never been the type to complain. She is alive, even after the terror of the night, and she's grateful for it.