Moving On Up

Lúta listened quietly as Eska spoke, explaining that she was separated from her mother in a landslide. She felt her stomach sink at the thought. They reached the bottom of the stairs and headed outside into the courtyard. Eska continued and Lúta sighed softly. "I don't know what to say. I wish you would've had the chance to get to know her before…" Her voice trailed off. She still couldn't bring herself to talk openly about what had happened to Resin. In some ways it still didn't seem real. She wished to change the topic but was unsure how to do so until they arrived at her old den for the last of her things.

"I just have a few more tins and tinctures to transport… oh, and some ceramic bowls." She carefully moved the items onto two hides, dividing them equally. "Do you intend to stay in the Hallows, Eska?" She wasn't sure if the woman would move on now that her mother had passed or remain. She folded the four corners of the hide she had and picked it up in her jaws to haul it back up the stairs.