There was no question about it - she detested the fact that he had been left alone at the top of such a mountain. All alone in the winter! All alone in the snow and in the hunger! No, no, it was not right. Why had he not told her? She would have brought him food, made him shelter! Did he not want her anymore? Had he come so high up to avoid her? The thoughts were sharp knives and she found herself feeling smaller than ever; her heart pounded in her chest and her stomach began its attempts of finding a way to escape. It was an awful feeling - she needed a Healer. She needed poppy seeds and all kinds of roots to quell the pain and sickness that swirled about her belly. She stood in absolutely silence for what seemed like so many eternities - her paws refused to move and yet every inch of her twitched and spasmed in anticipation. What was she to say? Would her words mean a thing - would they be enough? She could not shake the feeling that he had fled from her, taken to the highest peek where she seldom ventured. How could she not think such things? She'd never been such a confident creature - she'd always been too sensitive, too fragile.

Swallowbane had always had his moments - his own form of sadness but never had she imagined that one day it might have consumed him. It had not occurred that others could run away from the world and not an individual - it was... she'd just never seen it done. Even when her Pater had lost Zeivah, he battled on teaching his Apprentices and providing for their makeshift pack. Running had never been an option given to her and for that alone, she moved towards him, moved so slowly and yet finally she was close enough to almost touch him. She was nervous, her limbs shuddered beneath her ever so slightly and yet when she met his gaze, it seemed to alleviate for a split second - she found her lips tugging up into a meek smile before he spoke. Weeks. She had not been crazy - it truly had been so long since she had seen her singing boy. She reached out slowly, placing her muzzle upon his shoulder gently as she breathed in his scent. He was still the same Swallowbane despite the sadness and slenderness - that was... good. At least he did not bristle nor hide from her.

"Why is you not coming down? Beautiful it is up here, but not as beautiful as it is down there."

She breathed into him before she pulled back, taking another set of cautious steps forward so that she stood alongside him. For some moments, she stared out over Spirane - though she did not know it, part of her felt so much alike to him. Spirane was her home, yes, but it seemed like she had so many homes within her. There was Trenus, Diveen, her family, even Swallowbane - they were all home to her. She was stretched thin over so much even if she had tried to break free of it all, she just could not. His sigh brought her back, her head turning back to face him before she surrendered and returned to his shoulder; she pressed her entire form closer to his own, offering him what little warmth she could in that moment. It was just... so good to be back beside him, to have him speak to her and battle the demons from her mind. Since everything had happened... she wished she could have cried, whimpered - done anything but alas, her throat wrung dry. It had been so long. She had thought he had not missed Old Moladion so much but she... she had been so wrong.

"It happens for reasons, these things. We all lost much but we gain so much, too. Tell me what it is that is ailing you - I will fix. I will fix all, I promise."

She could try, at least, to mend the boy that she needed so terribly.