SAINT BERNARD SLEEPS ☆ leaving

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I'll come back when you call me

Roan.  She knew he wouldn't stay, but it had been nice meeting family who didn't leave immediately; like her cousins Raziel and Kian.  Still.  She knew he would be missing home, especially given the circumstances.  Hopefully everything worked out when he got there.  She didn't know what she'd do if she accidentally hurt her father; she might run too.

The petite deer-fox trotted up with a smile, pointedly ignoring Caesar, though not without an indigent sniff.  Was Roan sure he wanted to make the trip alone?  Did he know to stop for water?  Or what herbs kept strength up?  Her ears flicked back nervously.  What if he didn't?  He was family, she wanted him to make it home safely.

"..." Her tongue rested on the roof of her mouth, uncertain.  "B-be careful, Roan.  Y-You should um.  Stop to drink water after-after getting through the desert, okay?  'An-'an if you get tired, loo-look for chamomile."

"... It was nice.  It was nice to meet you, Roan."

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —