long black night, morning frost

you are not a grave for people to bury their pain inside
never to be remembered again

It had been far too long. The tail end of autumn wrapping neatly into snowfall and frost heralding winter and LongNight. Hotaru had not wanted to delay as long as she had, but letters in Caido were slow, and even after Phoebe had found and healed her, the midwife had kept her under observation until they could be sure her newfound powers had worked. In any other situation the Valkyrie would have been grateful for such attentiveness, but with clarity restored - even if grief and mourning could not be so easily erased, even magically - all Hotaru wanted was her children. And Remi, as silly as the notion seemed. To fix what had been broken, praying she had not lost one of the few in the world she cared for in any capacity.

The treehouse seems a safer alternative than his boat-abode, given Ronin's presence. Perhaps it's not professional, but the Valkyrie has never been one to stand on ceremony - or to respect it, really.

Entering on quiet feet, shaking snow out of her long golden hair, she fights not to bite her lip or physically display any other outward sign of worry. "Remi?" Hoping she had timed things right to catch him at work. Whatever that was, considering he was mostly a figurehead of protection, a warning of all others away from the Greatwood. Not exactly a job that lends itself to paperwork and visiting hours.

you are magic given physical form

Hotaru