Dragoncrest Cliffs weeper

Something about Jorunn seemed almost lonely, in that moment. Rosalyn realized how little she knew about the woman who shared her wife's heart, the things that brought her here as well as the things that kept her mind at work well beyond the time that others slept. But perhaps, like her own thoughts, giving them voice only lent them more credence within. There were some things that weren't for speaking.

The solidarity of understanding that led her to shift closer, sharing her space as well as her company if welcome to it. Not the only thing here. Maybe the only constant, but changes can be welcome. There was more genuine affection to her look now, less of the carefully guarded distance. Jorunn should know what it meant, that she had been here through all of this. I'm glad that you found us and chose to stay.

She wasn't a sentimental wolf, and that covered what she meant to convey. The silence would provide the offer for Jorunn to speak of whatever bothered her, but Rosalyn did not feel she should ask. She wouldn't ask questions she herself was not willing to answer.