Hideaway Strath too soon

bleh, crappy post is crappy.

Arturo closes his eyes as Hemlock brings another good point to the table: she was due to give birth soon. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t have the answers. Not a single answer. “Somewhere far away from here.” Not really a solid answer, he knows. There is no plan. Just the fierce desire to put as much distance between the Strath ( even though it means leaving behind Lotte’s grave ) and himself. “I don’t know.” He says, because most of the Hinterlands is covered in forest. “Eirlys has always wanted to see the ocean. Perhaps we can start there and see.” Hemlock’s words, however, about not losing him to a forest is like an knife carving into a heart that has quickly turned to stone. No, Arturo thinks, he does not want to lose Hemlock either. As bad as it is, losing Lotte, as much as it hurts and devours him inside he knows that he’s not alone. He has two children left to care for and more on the way. He has Hemlock. “Good.” Her idea is sound and he likes knowing that her grave will not be disturbed. It gives him…some measure of peace.