"But when they leave..." It was always when she realized with a frustrated exhale. Never if, always when. Could nothing in life be stable? Even her wyrd, which was constant, always led her to unexpected situations.

"I will gladly love," she said. Pausing, she lifted her head to give him a small smile, reached out to touch his hand.

"How can I not love gladly, when I have such people to love?" Her smile faltered, her brow wrinkled.

"But after... I do not know what to do in the after. I feel lost."