Something was different today.
Whatever had been rattling around inside her lately seemed to have arrived in an explosion. She had not been stupid enough to think it just some sickness. Yet she was no medic, no mother, no elder woman. For the first time, she was perhaps grateful that the dark man that had accepted her was not at the helm.
In the early evening, she had begun to carefully pick her way along the worn grooves within the Falls. She hunted down after @Finley with a posture that for once seemed more skittish than defensive. Hardly the guardian figure she had so frequently presented herself to be so far. Yet she knew that if anyone other than the matriarch found her, she would not be so open to them.
It would be a welcomed relief to find the older woman.
Do you have a minute? A far nicer approach too than her usual stoic silence.