Northstar Vale Its the sunrise

The fae was lost in her thoughts, though some part of her longed for the peace that patrols typically brought. Absently, she brushed her scent over the budding foliage as she passed to mark it with the beginnings of a faint boundary marking. 

"Talk to me, Liri." 

The raven's words strike against her ears dully, as if from another place, bringing her back to the present. 

Her dark gaze shot to Sorin's - searching for a hint of what he wanted to hear. 

"Are you happy...here?" The fae ventured softly, carefully - heart pounding in her chest lest she set off another violent reaction as she had the last time she questioned him. 

"Do you want to be here?" Liri tried again, turning to examine a fern. "Sometimes it seems you would rather be elsewhere and I would not wish to hold you back," she confessed truthfully.