Blackfeather Woods what does she think of me?

He was always near her; they were twin ghosts roaming. When she moved he moved, when she breathed, cried — or stagnated in her grief and her sorrow, he was there. And when she called for them he watched. There was a growing child and there was a shadow, but the rest took their time. The young man drifted from between the trees and settled near to Maegi, silent as always, watching and waiting. He did wonder if the woods would survive the winter — especially after the destruction of autumn — but he could not voice his concerns; instead they were written plainly across his face: a grim expression.