separate ways

Faelyn's tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth as he thought a moment. I very much wish that I could... there was a softly sad, wistfulness to his voice. He understood very deeply what it was like to have to start over more than once as the rules of the game changed around him. But even for all that experience, there was no direct answer that he could ever possibly give her that would fix it all. Save for one thing. I know who you are. But that does not matter so much as you knowing. The meadow may be long gone and our home with it. But there is nothing wrong with returning to what roots you have left to you, even if only for little spans of time. What I can do is give you that time, and that space, and to hold your hand as you figured things out. Even if you came and went as you needed to.

It was on the surface and easy solution. Time. Time was what they all used to take for granted, and all of them had so precious little left of anymore. But it was still time that he would afford Athera, that he would any of his children, if they would only take it.