So here we are

Time had less meaning here, but still Tornach got the sense he had been there for quite some time when he felt a call drawing him. He leaped lightly through the shining, sweet grasses, agile as he hadn't been for so long before he had passed away here. At the sight that awaited him he paused. "Corbie," he said softly. His face softened at the sight of his once-ward. He padded over to her, his eyes traveling her care-worn form. "Ah, Corbie, you've had a hard time of it since I left you, haven't you?" She felt, simultaneously, both as of she were more real than he and more insubstantial. She wasn't really here, didn't truly belong here yet, so at her statement he shook his head. "No," he told her gently. "It's not your time yet."