Swiftcurrent Creek knows best

He would have asked her what she would have done differently in her youth—but the fatigue seemed to weigh heavy on her in the manner she turned to rest. In truth, the fatigue weighed heavily on him, too.

But while she might have found rest when settling down from such weary bones, Akavir settled closer to a lone tree, his stark black frame imposing against it as he took to simply lean back upon the steady post—a watchful eye kept about so the woman could catch rest undisturbed from the chaos that seemed embedded in the creek already.