She prayed this would be the last time she’d ever have to get on a boat and travel across the water. Though she was grateful that it meant she was able to travel and live with the person she wanted to, and it wasn’t like water would hurt her.. She wasn’t fond of getting wet..and if the gods decided they wanted to drown her, again, there wasn’t anything or anyone to stop them.
Moving quickly off of the boat the second it reached the docks, she made her way to the house she’d be sharing with two others. As it is technically now also her home, she doesn’t bother to knock--and instead simply walks in before following her senses to make her way to one other resident in particular..
...She stands silently outside the room where he currently resides, thinking of what she should greet him with--or if she’ll say anything at all. Her memories had returned with the full extent of her powers, but..within those memories was something painful.. She’d forgotten her last memory of him--constantly moving to safer areas as they delayed the inevitable, until she woke one morning with his cape draped over her, and he was gone.
Debating with herself for what felt like hours, she finally enters the room--silent. Quieter than the dead, she makes her way to where he sits, leaning over the back of his seat to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his neck. She’d decided to let actions rather than words tell how much she’d missed him.
