Broken Boulder ten detected, nine in a wreck and

Lily had no malice in her heart for Alarian. That she had nearly drowned after an argument with the Governor was of no consequence to her. How could she blame him for her accident? That was precisely what it had been--an accident. If anything, she was sorry she had left so abruptly, so coldly. She knew it must have hurt him.

She thought of all this and more as she stood from afar, watching him gather his plants. A silent dark shadow, wordless and timid.

Eventually, she made the decision to step forward, out of her comfort zone. Then another step, and another. It was a limping, halting walk, but she was healing day by day. Soon, but perhaps not soon enough, she was standing near him, looking at him with a quiet smile. Lily dipped her muzzle toward the greenery--can I help? She took one of the flowers gently between her teeth, tugging it from the ground and setting it near her paws.