She left soon after. Killian was waiting for her a little way into the forest. They stared at each other for a minute, neither one wanting to break the silence. Finally, he offered a small smile and a shake of his head.
"Vee will be mad." A nod. "The camp will be disappointed." Another slight nod. "I want you to take this." Bryn was going to nod, but the words sunk in and she just gave her brother a look. "Don't give me that look, Bryn. I want you to have this. And these actually." Her eyes went wide as Killian started taking off his gloves, and had she been in the speaking mood, she would have refused. He just chuckled as he handed them to her. "I know, my favorite set. Take good care of them. I swear, if you lose them, I'm forcing you to make new ones. And here." She almost didn't catch the bright red sticks, although she would have sworn it was because she was still shocked over the gloves. "It doesn't run out, but there are a couple sticks just in case. Don't tell the others, but I've been using them to mark paths through here. It's how I've been able to get us back to camp." Both of them smiled, although with utterly different emotions. One smile was soft, understanding. The other sorrow tinged and slightly apologetic. "There's more in this. Handy items for camp sites and such." He handed over a bundle, and Bryn couldn't help but wonder if he had known she would leave this early all along. "I figured your time here was coming to an end. You never were good at staying in one place, little bird." She scowled as he ruffled her hair one last time, and whispered a quick word of thanks before bolting past him.
Taking the ring of Avandra tied around her neck and bringing it to her lips, Bryn whispered a prayer asking for guidance. There had to be someplace for her to go, even if the way wasn't clear to her now. With that in mind, she started walking.
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