I'm sorry that I need you so

She looked at Theory, frustrated and weary. For all of a moment a tinge of Shayes fire had returned to her, as she had spoken about Abavens lands. But in the end, her exhaustion won out, and she sagged where she stood. She remembered why she had come here, why she was giving up the pack she loved so deadly. She was too tired, and her body to worn to keep this going. She didnt have the energy to stop Theory, to keep Abaven in her hands. This pack was killing her.

"Very well, move, if you must. I dont have the energy to stop you. But know you go without me, I will return to the den of my Auntie, where I first learned my passion for healing. I will return to the grave of my sister. I will return HOME. Perhaps you will return for me, and offer me one last kindness, and place me on the grave with my sister." Shayes composure lost any strength, and she sagged to the ground, feeling the despair of her life, the age and pain that was breaking her.