Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

something arcturus knew well stole across praimfaya's visage like the blackened plume of a raven -- grief. he is first alarmed -- and then ashamed -- for his involvement in evoking such emotions, and he listened with dread to every word that came thereafter.

she died saving my life. arcturus bowed his head in shared grief, allowing a moment of silence to collect about them before he spoke again. "i am sorry for your loss." the words felt flat even if he spoke them in earnest; with a quiet grunt, he attempted to remediate what had just been undone: "that makes us both without."

drawn to silence, the mountaineer remained reflective. pleasantries were exchanged — but after some time the two parted company, fated to meet on moonspear’s rocky realm in mere month’s time.