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When we finally reach a place for rest I call for us to stop. We are halfway to our destination and the sun is setting in the West. The clouds turn to colors of sweet-peas and lavender as I set up one side of the tent, Nethdir the other. We don't speak - much to my relief - and I take the first watch of the night after our supper. He shuffles to a comfortable position before he lies still. The fire crackles on.
Turchiron nods, "I can understand that, but we'll just have to do our best, Find ways to make new memories, rather than relying on those of the past."
Hithfaerwen breathed deeply. "I understand."
Hithfaerwen took a moment to speak again. "Will you still talk to him?"
Turchiron looks to her, his smile fading slightly as he thinks about that prospect, "I will have to, I still won't allow this to go unaddressed."