The pain of loss was inescapable, even though she had been the one to cause it for herself. The empty void inside her chest, the lump that she could feel in her throat, the heavy, solemn weight that threatened to crush her each and every moment. Leaving the Bay had been the hardest decision she'd ever had to make, and there were pieces of her paper heart scattered amongst each footprint. She had gone to the Cove first, desperate for someone to hold her that had not harmed an untold number of innocents, but that had been wrong, too. She was no little girl. This was not a mess she could brush under the rug and forget. Some of this was her fault, too. She might not have abused those women, but she had stood beside the man that had. Had empowered him, through her relationship with her father, and defended him - boldly, stupidly - to others that knew better than she did.

She couldn't admit what had happened to either of her parents, had only shaken her head sadly and receded into herself for a day before the enormity of what had happened chased her from Tinuvel entirely.

And so she had gone to the Peak, to the one bastion where Fell was least likely to follow her. There, she had spent the better part of the day alone, threading her way apprehensively through the mountain's lowest reaches. It felt wrong to be here, as though she were out of place among these warrior women who eschewed traditional herds, but she didn't know where else to go. She could not stay in the Cove, nor return to the Bay, which left only finding herself a new herd or... this. Neither option was appealing, but it was better than staying on Tinuvel.

She wandered, avoiding the gazes and well-meaning greetings of those that approached her, and would have likely continued doing so if it were not for the familiarity of the mare before her. Kohelet could not claim to know Mae well, but she did recognize her. The memory of from where and why drove the knife deeper into her heart, but she found a thin ribbon of strength to hold on to, and did not shy away this time.

"Mae," she said softly, her expression conflicted as she took a step toward her. Fell hadn't exactly been able to explain the mare's presence, nor had Koh sought her out, but she'd always worn a sad expression during her time in the Bay - and that spoke plainly enough of what had brought her there. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt." She murmured, gaze ghosting over whatever activity the mare had been engaged in.

"I just-" The thought caught in her throat and faded, unfinished. She wasn't just anything, right now. "I'm sorry, that I did not do more for you, before, in the Bay."

OOC: Mostly for Mae but Khar'pern is welcome to jump in & add to Koh's knowledge of Fell's crimes <3