“Alright, I’ll be off now! Zaria, be nice to Rhaenar, wont’ you?” Dahlea said cheerily as she opened the door.
“Yes, yes,” Zaria said, shooing Dahlea out of the door and returning Dahlea’s wave as the other left the house. Dahlea had seemingly resigned herself to staying indoors all day, but while she was setting up for work, she had discovered that her supply of an ingredient in the ink was very low and she needed more. Zaria, of course, was suspicious that Dahlea didn’t really need any more and she could make do with what she had, but she couldn’t stop her friend. Rey waved back at Dahlea, suppressing a sob as the woman headed into the forest and slowly disappeared from sight. As Dahlea grew further and further from sight, Rey’s will to live disappeared with her.
Fine, so she was being
