He would go to the Hallows after passing things over, turning the thought over in her head for a long moment. It made sense, but it made her nervous all the same. He'd go away and let them find their own way... but then, what if they needed him? What if they needed him, and he was half a world away. Hazel's chest tightened for a moment, trying to untangle personal feelings and thoughts about the pack. Aren't then one in the same these days?
Hazel tried to steady herself, looking to the old man with a little nod. "I'll make you proud, I promise." The words are quiet, gaze doing its best not to go misty around the edges. Fuck, why did her chest ache? Why did her shoulders hurt? Even though she'd known it was coming, it hurts. Hazel bit back the self doubt as it bubbled up in her chest.
Bard
