You either love it or hate it

Her expression became relaxed, thoughtful. The two of them had lost so much time already. [color=#008e02]“I’m grateful. I am. I also know that you all understand my feelings.”[/color] She had tried to move on, to open her heart again, but Meg’s love for Nairn refused to diminish. [color=#008e02]“He is my mate, even if we’ve never said the words or bound our hands with rope in the shadow of a Hearth Tree.”[/color] If he died again, for certain this time, Meg was not sure if she could mourn him twice.

Meeting Zoltan though, had her cheeks blushing a little, embarrassed that someone in the leadership would know of her. [color=#008e02]“Ah.. yeah.. Yeah. That’s me,”[/color] she’d sheepishly grin.[color=#008e02] “I do what I can.”[/color] Her companion bristled, pressing against her mind, lightly scolding her for belittling herself and skills, yet it was a position Meg was still coming to terms with. The sigh from her side, caused her vision to flicker to Revas, snickering a little with his response.

Then it was down to the job. Her back straightened, head giving the dwarf a firm nod,[color=#008e02] “Let’s take a look around then,”[/color] before taking a step towards the debris edges.