d is for dangerous

Delphine

Delphine nodded in agreement, "Sometimes, I wake up and I briefly, for a second, find myself looking for my husband." She snorted, "He'd have made a life for himself here, in two years. Not... whatever I've done." She shrugged, absently. There was a lot she had done wrong, in both Northaven and here, already.

But nothing could be done to change the past in either instance.

"After Deepfrost? I'll be leaving, probably to Halo for the cold season. Or if you're coming to Halo as well," she shrugged, leaving the offer unsaid.

Let me make you smile, darling.