Northstar Vale My sun becomes your moon

Relief washes over her small frame, relieved of the obligations of her blood and homeland, hidden behind the collected face she presents. 

"Aye, and you as well," she finds herself murmuring, speckled crown dipping respectfully as the greyscale man passed. 

Her dark eyes turned to watch him go, waiting until he had dissapeared from her sight and the sound of his soft tread faded - leaving only the wind soughing through the trees. 

The healer remained still for a long, undetermined amount of time - eyes fixated unblinkingly upon the newly dug caches as she thought on the tentative amiable atmosphere with dread for the future - before at last returning to her task with a shake of her pale crown, a fruitless attempt to rid herself of the emotion.