Sea Lion Shores our iron coffin

and what if she did leave? was merrick augmented to her somehow, would her parting damage him irreparable? was he made better by the company of others -- was his self so little that he could not stand a bit of independence? astara might have asked these pointed queries if she possessed the will to do so. as it stood, she didn't -- never once in her life had she seen the virtue in speaking and would not do so now.

words were useless. she knew this. actions, however...

the wraith rose in a panther slink, her gaze holding merrick's steadily as she advanced. she pressed her nose towards the shade assertively, unblinking. i am here now.  is that not what matters?