Disaster has struck!
Her comment mkaes my cheeks blush even as the fur covers it. I glance down at the cliff face, my ears flicking back in doubt.
"I just help as I can."
I murmur softly. Of course the subject changes dramatically so soon after and my world falls away as I stumble back, flabbergasted by the news of Faol'an's passing. Yes, it does hurt to know that I can no longer recall the names of some of my most trusted followers in Saw Tooth but that was a time in my past, a time I will always look back on and cherish. But the few who owned my heart, who could ever call it theirs, their names are stamped in my soul forever.
To hear that Faol'an met such a harsh fate is staggering to me. I had not pictured such an end to the gentle kind male I once loved as life itself. Cvijet looks away, giving me space to grieve as I right myself after almost going over the edge. Tears race down my cheek now but even in this time of loss, I know she must feel it ten fold. I push out apologies through trembling lips, wanting to only think of others besides myself as I have always done.
She tells me that she is looking for Niviaq, that she wants to tell her of his passing and I nod in a numb fashion, choking back more tears. She deserves to know. She gave him happiness in his final years. She gave him family.
"He was all those things and more. I wish I could tell you where she is now but alas, I lost touch with them both before the great fall. I can only offer you assistance if you should need it. These bones aren't too old yet to keep me from helping you seek her out. Of course, I understand if you want to do it alone."
I can understand it might be awkward showing up with her mate's ex-mate to tell her of his passing. It wouldn't be a comfortable circle of life long friends grieving over a common loss. It might lead to more tension than anything. But if Cvijet wants the help, I don't mind asking around and at least pointing her in the right direction. I don't want her to feel alone, especially right now.
She tells me that she doesn't need anything, that perhaps some day she'll be equal to me in rank. I smile, thinking of her as a head healer somewhere. Such a sweet ambitious girl she's grown to be. Out to help others, just as her father would. My smile is soft.
"He would be so proud of you."