It felt odd, to greet Eythora with such formality when he had known her so intimately. There was no mistaking the uncertainty that flitted across her features, the same uncertainty that was surely reflected upon his own face. The sight of her had left him feeling abruptly unmoored, a feeling he was wholly unused to. Emhyr had always thought himself as the steady sort, a rock amidst the tumultuous tide of life on which others could lean upon, but now he felt as if he were adrift and unsure of where to go next, of where they would go. Long ago, when he had found Enver on his shores, he had resigned himself to never seeing Eythora again. Yet just as she had when she had left their son with him, she had once again waltzed into his life and turned it on its head in just a matter of moments.

'I came to see our son,' she informed him, her glacial gaze peering past him to search the darkness that enveloped the Bay. "He's with the rest of the herd further inland," Emhyr replied, motioning towards the mountains that rose imposingly above the Bay, blanketed at its base by thick evergreens. "He'll be happy to see you." When he had first arrived in the Bay as a weanling, Enver had often asked about his mother, peering up at Emhyr with dark and imploring eyes. 'I'm sure she'll be back to see you soon,' he would tell his son, the lie tasting bitter on his tongue. He had never expected her to come back, but he could never bring himself to break Enver's heart like that.

Another gust of wind wracked the shoreline, enveloping the pair in a frigid embrace. Eythora seemed wholly uncomfortable, the clicking of her teeth filling the space between them. 'Are you going to make me beg?' she asked. Emhyr's lips pressed together into a tight line as he shook his head, the dark curtain of his forelock shifting with the movement. "Never," Emhyr promised, raw honesty to his tone. He would die before seeing the day he forced anyone to grovel before him, least of all her. "But you won't make it to the herd if you're freezing half to death." He maneuvered the inky mass of his body next to her, pressing the length of himself against her frigid body from hip to shoulder along her windward side, shielding her against the brunt of the biting gales. "Come on, there's a small opening in the treeline nearby." He motioned towards a darkened gap between the firs, "We can take shelter in the woods until the worst of the storm passes. Then I will take you to see Enver."