The most beautiful bitter fruit

Days had passed. Had it been a full week? In grief, it was difficult to tell. Valtiel only knew that she had been within Vidarr and Tenshi's den until she requested to have her own space. Now that she was situated in a smaller den that was still very close to that of her rescuers, Val was regretting her request. Being alone gave her too much time to think. Time to think about the children that she had recently lost. It seemed like they had been walking through the world only yesterday.

Motion from the mouth of the den brought the woman's head lifting from the ground. The den was empty aside from a single thick bison fur and herself. When she was well enough to leave, there would be no sign of her existence within in. Mismatched eyes of pumpkin orange and gold looked towards the entrance, falling upon yet another larger fae. She was swathed in greys and earthen tones and the expression on her face was one of curiosity.

The bandaged woman pushed herself to a seated position, a little grimace on her maw from the strain on the covered wounds. Once sitting, she brought her gaze back to the fae again. "Hello," she called out softly. There was no need to be louder than that. She wasn't quite sure if the fae would enter or just go about her way, but Valtiel did her best to appear alert.

"Valtiel"