Millitimed to Jun. 16

[still_golden]

As the evening wears on, Jen takes a moment to wander outside.

She never came here much, not as much as Paul and Kim, and she's not sure she'll be coming back much, either.

It's pleasant out here, in the fading light, and she's smiling. That happens so much more, now.

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[wolflord_andain]

Galadan merely watches her a moment more, winter-grey eyes calm and steady, mouth curving so very faintly.

"Well you might, Jennifer Lowell, I will not gainsay it. I have not the right."

He pauses, then.

"But I do wish you joy, and what peace you may find outside the bounds even my brother knows."

The Wolflord bows then, deep and graceful and sure, stepping back and away before fading into the forest.

There is nothing for him here, now, and his business elsewhere is not yet finished.

There will be other days.

There always are.

[still_golden]

She watches him disappear, and sighs when he's out of sight.

Soft -- "If there's peace to be had, wolflord, I wish you it."

Perhaps he could hear it.

After a moment, she turns and moves back into the light and warmth of the bar.