Phantom Hollow my heart is spinning

She sighed softly.. dwelling only a second longer on the rain's true reach. Beyond that, another exhale, and maybe she was feeling more grounded. Starting to, maybe. It's been a long week--but she felt like she had that thought a lot lately. Well it is a start, Opalia had to admit she wasn't wrong, a soft smirk to go with it before she listened on, ears tall. Good news, and bad.. then big news, a lot of it all together. Nemisis was dead, but the pack still could pay and bleed on her behalf.

The gona raised her head, sorting through a few thoughts, but most of all, settling somewhere adjacent to proud--and looking forward, if she could be so lucky. Oh, so you've been very busy then, she said, several questions, and a few feelings later. How long have you been with them? It warmed her heart to see her back from death's doorstep with a vengeance like that--and one with a chance at a very satisfying conclusion. She knew she should expect nothing less, and not worry deeply. So what do you think? she asked, curious on even the basics about these self-proclaimed saints--and infinitely so, what wanheda schemed for them.