Qeya River I think you should know you don't have to stay

Ephraim eventually disappears from view for a few seconds and Thuringwethil steps up to the crest of the hill. A sharp squeal causes her ears to stiffen upon her head, craning her neck for a better view. She doesn’t rush to his side and make sure he’s okay—he’s not dying—but the blood does cause a little concern. She can’t tell where it’s coming from but it smears across the snow. Two droplets landing in the snow indicate it’s coming from his head somewhere as he shouts his greeting.

Carefully, she descends the path he left behind and she sniffs the air, hot metallic playing with her senses. “You all right?” she calls to him as she approaches, steps slowing to stand stoic a few feet away