It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
The locals speak something else, I can give you it in their tongue.
And he does. Nothing familiar.
She can remember them for the cartographers.
I love you so much.
She really really wants to hug him but she can't so she just sends the sensation as firmly as she can.
Mhm. Love you, love you, love you. I'll find a way back to you and I'll make sure it's a safe one even if it takes another five Years.
I will probably be happier when I've had more time to decompress from fleeing Morgoth across a desert.