Dragoncrest Cliffs weeper

guilt.

a soft budding of it deep in her stomach, some level of self awareness. enough to halt...whatever antics she had thought might bring light to rosalyn.

i suppose so. she moved to be sidelong to the great woman.

you are out. late and alone. but there was no shaming in her tone. the state of rosalyn did not always impair her ability to do whatever she pleased.