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she'd held her tongue when helping rowan with his wounds as best as she could with her limited knowledge. biting back the countless questions writhing restlessly under her skin had been difficult to say in the least but she'd implored herself to think of him and nothing else at the time, for so battered and tired from travelling, he'd needed calm and rest in those moments. 

the days since had blurred past with a surprising force of speed, days blending in to one another as she roamed the borders and pondered restlessly over how her life was playing out. specifically thinking on the term of happiness and how real it truly was. sure everyone experienced their moments of euphoric bliss, but such intense joy was always short lived. this idea of a constant life of serene content, did it really exist or was it an idea implemented in everyone's minds to give them something to work towards so that they didn't blunder into an abyss of insanity? 

nevertheless, weeks had somehow managed to slip past before she'd made the decision to seek out the boy and finally talk over the things that really needed to be discussed. when she did come across him, the furrows in his brows and serious tug at his face suggested he too was currently victim to his thoughts as a quiet chuff was sent to break the silence between them. whenever he'd glance up, she'd incline her head to the borders and murmur "patrol with me" before stepping off and presuming he would follow, would add a beat later "how have you been settling in?" a cursory glance would briefly scan his recent injuries but not spotting any signs of infection or flaring, she blinked back to the rolling lands before them, satisfied.