[Her efforts have been tireless. Even if she could sleep, she likely would have neglected it in favor of trying to make the most out of every hour, every ounce of strength she has— she has always been quick to give others the advice that they will be of little use of they do not take care of themselves, but continues to have trouble setting that example. When she does finally allow herself to rest, to take a short time off from her work patrolling the Horizon and helping Hilda to organize others doing the same, there is only one place she can find solace— what she has more than once called the 'home of her heart,' though now, her heart leads her stay closer to where her version of Brigid meets Derdriu than she has in the past.
Perhaps it is luck that has brought him here during one of the few reprieves she has allowed herself, but when she looks back on this meeting later, she will not think so.
'Rest' is a generous word for what she's doing when he finds her; she is sitting beneath a tree with her bow and quiver resting against the trunk beside her, twirling her dagger idly in one hand while she pours over the notes and maps she's made of various routes and points of interest within the Horizon. His voice, however, grabs her attention immediately; the dagger falls to the ground and she casts her parchment aside as she scrambles to her feet, turning to move towards him, only to stop short after no more than two steps.
He looks even worse than he had before, even more ragged, harrowed, as though he can barely stand, and her heart breaks.]
Claude!
[She is far less composed than she had been during their previous Horizon meeting; her voice strains with a note of panic, and she's quick to fly to his side, to reach out and take him by his shoulders.]
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Perhaps it is luck that has brought him here during one of the few reprieves she has allowed herself, but when she looks back on this meeting later, she will not think so.
'Rest' is a generous word for what she's doing when he finds her; she is sitting beneath a tree with her bow and quiver resting against the trunk beside her, twirling her dagger idly in one hand while she pours over the notes and maps she's made of various routes and points of interest within the Horizon. His voice, however, grabs her attention immediately; the dagger falls to the ground and she casts her parchment aside as she scrambles to her feet, turning to move towards him, only to stop short after no more than two steps.
He looks even worse than he had before, even more ragged, harrowed, as though he can barely stand, and her heart breaks.]
Claude!
[She is far less composed than she had been during their previous Horizon meeting; her voice strains with a note of panic, and she's quick to fly to his side, to reach out and take him by his shoulders.]
How were you able to make it back here?!