Stone Circle rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

his question earns a pause, and then a nod. she does not seek to pin down the exact moment that was before, but nor is the reign of morningside that, exactly. 

"what happened afterward?" the pride in his glance is juxtaposed by the burn of her grief, which she seeks to swallow before it can colour her expression. "morningside fell not long after the fire. we were too few. I wandered for a time, searching for those we'd lost." perhaps she should stop there. what follows is nothing good, and so she finishes only with, "after a while, I returned to Teekon - I reunited with old packmates, fell in with a pack." they talk a while longer, idly, before dawn excuses herself to sate the hunger in her stomach.