Lost in more ways than one

To say Gloom had ever recovered from Audra's death would have been a lie. As time had gone on she'd continued to deteriorate and eventually had even slipped away from the Hallows. At some point she'd decided to try and find Spirit, try and find the only wolf in the world left she thought could help her but even that seemed too hard for the woman. As the sky had darkened, going red, she'd been too afraid to go back to Boreas. Instead cowering wherever she could find shelter without being disturbed.

She did not know what brought her to these shores, but Gloom stood staring out past the sea. Looking like shit and feeling worse. Where once she may have been eager to explore the strange blue lights that swirled at her ankles now she felt numb to it all. She didn't even know where she was.

"Speech"