its not too late to pick up the pieces

A soft chuckle left her as she shrugged and replied, ”I suppose you’re right.” There was no telling just how many years it was going to take for this land to recover and he could very well be right in saying that they would be gone before then. She did wonder how it would look if she came back two, four, or more years from now - how different would it look then? Perhaps if she stuck around Boreas that long she’d have to find out. It felt weird for her to think that far in the future when it wasn’t all that long ago that she hadn’t wanted to live another day, much less four more years. It seemed like her thought process had changed a lot recently.

Tamsyn pressed her paw into a patch of ash at her feet, lifting it to reveal the paw print it left behind. The ash left behind on her paw pads was barely visible among her black fur, but it reminded her of when she would walk though the snow and leave a trail of paw prints in her wake. These prints were just far more morbid and a sign of much more destruction than the ones she would leave in the snow. ”I’m Tamsyn,” she responded when he introduced himself, lifting her mint gaze to his again with a slight smile. ”It’s nice to officially meet you, Kai.”