Ever present, ever vigilaint, the fathomless eyes precieve so much more. The hand brushes across the water creating a rippling effect as the visions fade to the depths of the crystaline waters floor...
Gathering her meger but precious few articles, she in silence moves about the woods as one of its own. Even in the blackest of the night knowing on instinct where to follow the trails and turn along the cliffs sure footed in stealth.
Never once deploying any means of disclosing her presence. Remaining as she swore so very long ago, too remain by his side wether welcomed or unwelcomed.
Shaking like silken webs from her thoughts the ebbing of distant memories that haunt her still, the furrow etching her brow in rememberance of things she had naught wished but was forced to do.
She is bound in honor, in rememberance and in self to remain even in death to preserve him and carry with him along side in respect for a lifetime of things both past, present, and uncertain future.
She knows the reasons for the Child hence the protections placed upon her, so now her task is double seeing to both as it was destined so long ago. The past now comes Full Circle as it encircles and returns to rear up and force them both to take another look and face it head on.
What remains is be it jointly or apart, she will not falter she will remain untill death claims her first. The vow she made when she was young and he had done such for her.