Hoshor Plains brings me 'round again

she blinks[mash]she did not think winterbourne had thought her dead, not really. but at his words, she realizes how wrong she might have been about the boy. she steps forward again; aching to pull him into an embrace but held back by the fading sharpness of evergreen's words, the way her brother glances to him. at his questions, she swallows. "no," she answers softly, guilt and sadness etched clear on her face. "sunny's badly hurt, river, and he and his daughter need me." 

she pauses, her gaze finding the heavy scars under his throat, the look in his eyes. he needs you. but her brother needs more more, and perhaps, she is being cruelly pragmatic; her full-blooded brother is her heart, and she has loved him and known him more than she's ever known winterbourne. "there's more family, over the mountains. easy, lavender, your niece. you could come with me." evergreen is ignored, now, the rift between them one she does not care to bridge.