words unspoken | ENDWALKER SPOILERS

[sunseeker]

It's the dead of the night, and M'ahina can't help but feel a certain restlessness. It seems the major problems are behind them, and though she knows something will eventually come up—it always does—this feels a degree more final than it normally does. Mayhap it's because they've all elected to travel different roads, a discussion to which she wasn't able to contribute much. She's never been the most politically savvy, and to add a voice of sentimentality to more well-reasoned arguments would do them all an injustice. And she's finding that the thought of continuing to adventure at her leisure is … easier? More comforting? Than she ever dared to dream.

Yet she cannot deny there's a certain weight there. A sort of wondering that, even with all the threads of their adventures neatly tied, perhaps they trimmed the excess off a little too neatly? That... maybe there are things left unsaid, and better to say them now than to be let them be forgotten with new distractions. She's not used to heeding such thoughts—normally she would discard them with nary a second thought. But this time, she allows herself the distraction, and swings her feet over her bed. They lead her to Thancred's room, and, despite the hour, she gives a purposeful knock.

She'll call it returning a favor.

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[funbreaker]

It's been a long time since Thancred felt as if he was without those pesky obligations that M'ahina speaks of, he'll admit. Ever since he was taken on a ship to Old Sharlayan, it feels as if there's been something he needed to dedicate himself to wholeheartedly. Then he was inducted into the Circle of Knowing, and then the Scions...

As M'ahina says, everything had snowballed from one crisis to another after that, and while they'd all done what they could to take a break here or there, this is the first time in a long time that it feels like they might actually be able to catch their breath.

The cynical part of him says that it won't be long before some other threat presents itself, but he swallows down those words. They'll do no good now.

"It's what you deserve. A chance to simply go where you please, do what you please..." He leans forward, resting both arms on the table, and smiles at her. "And you are more than welcome to accompany myself and Urianger for a time, if you wish." He winks at her, but there's also no pressure. M'ahina should get the chance to do what she wants for once, but he does what her to know that option is open.