[Session 23] Grieving

by Robyn Stormwalker

The journey back after they split up was a blur, like someone else was taking the steps for her. She vaguely recalled talking to Brennan, making sure Madoc was okay, comforting Elyn (poor Elyn, who always thought she'd get a scar one day from something dangerous, but not like this) but it was all automatic. Of course she cared - they were her family, and she was holding it together to help them - but she didn't feel present.

Caine's absence was a void she couldn't face yet. Thankfully, not much more was said about it, with everyone focused on getting home in one piece. If anyone asked, she simply shook her head - now was not the time to discuss that. Even Saman was cut short, despite his tactful approach and compassion. She couldn’t unbox these feelings now when it could be dangerous to have that distraction.

She slipped away at the earliest opportunity, heading back to her small flat in the Smithing District. She managed to get out of most of her armour before the tears finally came, first quiet, and then building into racking sobs. She felt sick to her stomach, wracked with grief and guilt. She had known Caine for decades, from her early teens running around the Tower, through her training. They were Stormwalkers right from the day they earned their Name. That she wasn't there was her choice, her doing.

Could she have saved him? Maybe not. But she could have tried, and that's what mattered.

Exhausted, but far away from sleeping, Robyn stared at the ceiling, replaying words from Nessa, Brennan and Shatterstar.

"He fought just like Brennan did. There was a woman there with a bow as big as yours, and she shouted at him. What was it she said, Brennan?"
"Demon? Daymon? Something like that."

“I knew a man by that name once. He saved my life. Had things been different, he could very well have been sitting in this chair instead of me.”

Could it be him after all this time? It was a possibility, but how? Why? She had been on hundreds of missions and never heard a thing, and if it was him, where had he been for so many years?

Quinn's words were echoing with her as well at the same time. “Don’t go looking for trouble unless you know what questions you want answered. You know the price for talking to exiles.”

Frustrated, Robyn threw her armguard at the wall and turned over on her bed. Too many questions, some of which she wasn't sure she wanted answers too. She would have to find out, one way or another, to be able to either fully move on or find a new path. For now, she would keep this to herself, and try and influence a trip North. If nothing else, she had a fiend to kill, and Caine to avenge.

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