Whitewater Gorge only one remained to haunt me.

The tempered gait is appreciated, surely he moves faster than she normally but she's in no shape to hasten anywhere. Her gaze falls wearily to the earth, focused only on putting one foot in front of the other. She does not look back for what does she have to turn back to? 

She who had once been Liri was silently relieved to leave the Gorge behind - the water still beckons, a forgotten curse she had spited thus far. 

She presses imperceptibly closer, stifling a shiver at the thought of giving herself over to the oblivion - relieved to be tucked against the bear's side and guided safely away though what follows is just as unknown as what came before. 

I can archive here but if you'd like to do a time lapse and have Evergreen doctor her up, feel free to continue it. :)