It took her a moment to process his words. Maybe… maybe it really was that simple? Something resolvable. Something that could be healed. The thought brought a flicker of comfort to the little dame.

But then—his next words.

He wanted to leave her. To disappear in search of answers on his own.

Her heart lurched.

Husband, how could you even suggest that? she exclaimed, voice tight with disbelief. What am I to do, sit here and hope things resolve? Bask in the silence and emptiness of the Rise?

She let out a soft, frustrated huff, her brow furrowing. The thought of more time spent alone made her chest ache.

I’ve done my time with being alone, Lestan. I won’t needlessly serve more.

Lifting the paw he had kissed, she reached up to caress his cheek, the gesture tender and full of resolve.

They could face this together. Heal their home as one. She would accept nothing less.

Wherever you may go, I shall follow, she whispered, her tone gentle but unwavering. I am not helpless, love. I’ve survived this long, haven’t I? And now I’ll have you by my side. We can keep each other safe.

Her voice softened further, wrapping around him like a balm. She didn’t want to fight. She didn’t want to worry him.

But she couldn’t let him go, not like this. Not alone.