Blackbeak Bluff with all these memories bittersweet

Saor. He missed her too, another link of their family chain separated somewhere along the way. The details of how and where and when evaded him now, but he too had almost followed her away. But the unravelling tapestry of what lied in the varied valleys and plains had intrigued him and so he had stayed. The discoveries therein had been enough to sate his wonder of part of their lineage.

As her gaze downcast itself once again, he looked over her and found few answers to his many questions. Winter had been more than good to her, at least he presumed, thought the events that had drawn her out were decidedly not so good. His gaze did not linger long over her, but shifted to the rolling sea as an errant bug buzzed nosily past his ear.

"It doesn't matter what you deserve," he went on to say in response, "I'm afraid you'll be stuck with me." It didn't seem right for a mother to stray too far from her young—theirs hadn't for obvious reasons, though she could have—and given the duress she was under, it went out question he would postpone his leisure adventure along the shore.

His gaze fell back to her sunken pose.

"Where have you been staying?"