Short short.
Gideon took in the news of Conor rather calmly, and Nayru was not surprised. It seemed for him that already the man's absence had been processed. In that way they were very much the same. Tilting her head at the man she spoke softly. "Anathema is a newer pack. They are in the east, past Phoenix Valley. Up in the mountains." Nayru thought of Naniko and Theodore. They had both been kind to her, would either of them have really allowed anything to happen to Conor? If they had, it was none of her business now. Only those that remained mattered still. Nayru found that letting go was easier than she would have thought, even if mental images of the man still plagued her now and then.
Hesitantly she pushed her body close to Gideon, if that were possible. Letting her slight weight rest upon his great body, she peered up at him. He did not remember? At all? Had the boy blocked out the memories of that day? As extensive as his injuries were the day they had occurred was probably rather traumatic. It did not surprise her that his mind had decided it best not to remember any of it. Her slender hand reached out to his then as she closed her eyes, resting her head on his shoulder. "If you remember… I want to know." She didn't really. But she had to.
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