Her feet brought her closer to the well as she carried her now empty pack. They had just arrived the day before, and they had all suggested it would be a good idea to restock while they were so close.
Her lips pursed as she thought on the slip of youki she had felt on their way back. She had been disappointed.
His presence had become a balm to her wounded soul, and with the lack of nightmares to keep her up at night, she found she missed him. A lot.
She reached her passage home, and sat on the edge of the old wood. Just as she was about to sling her legs over the edge she felt the familiar aura slip around her.