Phantom Hollow my heart is spinning

Her unease manifested, and she could feel wanheda agreeing. Opalia was offering no qualms in a little distance between them once it seemed the cat would just let them be when they were not exactly the most warm themselves. She offered a short nod, it was strange, and couldn't help but stride on further--craving more space, and maybe some relative shelter of their own as her sights skim for opportunity.

I am fine, she breathed, shaking her head a bit as well. Such an up close look was still settling in. Nothing happened.. the gona added on before her thoughts went distant. Moonspear. How were things? She was quiet a long moment, trying to make it seem like the focus on her whereabouts as she glanced around the sodden woods drug it out. The mountain had been feeling guarded, though she knew more than a rain was going to bring it toppling. Moonspear is fine. Drenched, though.. she then had to answer for herself, etching a worsening frown. I am okay. I feel distant sometimes. The rain doesn't help.. But it's.. alright, her lips pursued, determined that it would simply go away one day. Was it better now? Time had numbed her some, or rather, she was learning how to keep away from the worst of it--the constant thought that she had not been enough to protect her brother, or even help keep him here among them.

That aside, she left a long look in Praimfaya's direction, lingering especially over some of her more recent scars. It was good to see her, and the weariness in her heart felt further away. So how have your battles been lately? she asked, lightening a touch then.