[She can not say that he is welcome. Not until she brings him the heads or the shards. Words are cheap, no matter how much conviction she puts behind them, until they become reality.
And the reality is-]
Even if I were to debase myself so-
[To ask for... supplies, as if she could not provide (just barely) for herself? Succor from a man who teleported without balking at the foreign magics suffusing his body...]
... I could not tell you accurately where it is that I am. It would be pointless.
[She checks her direction once a day by reorienting towards the forest's position against the rising sun, and moves forward. She has no map.]
[He can admit to himself that the offer was ambitious to begin with, as finding her would be difficult regardless. As it is... he won't force his help on her. Not unless it's absolutely essential.]
Then, in the meantime, I will keep in touch. Mayhap once you've reached the forest I can provide some direction.
[Maybe the best he can do for the moment is check in on her occasionally and ensure that things haven't gotten worse. Gods, he hopes she will acclimate to teleporting at some point.]
[... She appreciates it. That he does not try to push his charity on her in this case. Even when she knew it might come from being a "good person" (whatever the hell that was...) How it burned to be reminded so clearly of her own failures.
As if she didn't already know every single one.
It takes her a lot of pride swallowing, but. He has been. Helpful. And so-]
... Once I reach the forest.
[And she will, in a few days, a few too many pounds lighter than when she set out from Venera, her hooves cracked and dry, her mane dulled and her coat matted, but. She will.]
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And the reality is-]
Even if I were to debase myself so-
[To ask for... supplies, as if she could not provide (just barely) for herself? Succor from a man who teleported without balking at the foreign magics suffusing his body...]
... I could not tell you accurately where it is that I am. It would be pointless.
[She checks her direction once a day by reorienting towards the forest's position against the rising sun, and moves forward. She has no map.]
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[He can admit to himself that the offer was ambitious to begin with, as finding her would be difficult regardless. As it is... he won't force his help on her. Not unless it's absolutely essential.]
Then, in the meantime, I will keep in touch. Mayhap once you've reached the forest I can provide some direction.
[Maybe the best he can do for the moment is check in on her occasionally and ensure that things haven't gotten worse. Gods, he hopes she will acclimate to teleporting at some point.]
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As if she didn't already know every single one.
It takes her a lot of pride swallowing, but. He has been. Helpful. And so-]
... Once I reach the forest.
[And she will, in a few days, a few too many pounds lighter than when she set out from Venera, her hooves cracked and dry, her mane dulled and her coat matted, but. She will.]