Sun Mote Copse here comes my baby, here comes my man

wraen's reservations were justified, but the mountaineer could not see it.

all he could see was revui, and hydra's snarling face. hydra, hydra - how had he not seen the monster for what she was sooner?

he shook his head. "i have to do it." the resolve in his voice was gritty and immovable. he couldn't even spare a smile at her joke; instead he looked upon her long and affectionately, his irises darkened by sorrow. "i'm going."

and then, the ostrega was off -- though he turned back once with a wave of his tail in farewell. "don't follow me."