Ryn sat alone on a slab of stone that had once been part of something much older.
Whatever structure it belonged to had collapsed long ago, now just serving as the outskirts to block the cold, harsh winds coming into Moonlight.
After a day, his body had finished knitting itself together and he could see properly again.
Thoughts settled in his mind as he looked below. The Moonlight encampment lay hidden, yet now more alive than ever.
Though his thoughts were interrupted as footsteps approached from behind, much softer than anything he had become used to.
"You look better," Taylor said.
Ryn didn't turn. "Yeah, and feel better."
She stopped beside him, arms folded, gaze drifting out over the same view.
For a while, neither of them spoke.
Then Taylor exhaled.
"About what you said yesterday," she began carefully. "When you suggested that… option."
She didn't name it. They both knew better than that.
Ryn's eyes remained forward.
"You're wondering if I meant it."
