"What you writing there?" The Mali'ame chimed in the usual sprightly manner, leaning to peer over the Druid's shoulder as he wrote. Only to be met with the somber reality that crossed view. The curve of her lips faded, knuckles balling up. "So that's what happened that day..." Her eyes traced the words a few more times to make sure it was right what she read.
An all too familiar pulse of pale smoke rose from the Druid's body, surrounding her too with the golden motes that danced erratically around her figure. Displaying the storm of emotions that she tried to hide behind her next words. The anger, the sorrow, the fear, the guilt
"Tuva'leh iheiuhii sulluelne salumeh ker'ento."
After a long, deliberate exhale. The breath she spoke of resonated through her being. A cacophony of hums that embraced the Druid and rippled inwards like wind over a flower field. Attuning herself to seek the feelings that most resembled her own. The anger of the wolves as they fought for dominance, the sorrow of the leaves as they dried to fall.
Soon getting ushered by that tune to other places that soothed her spirit. Breaking through her like sunlight through the dense canopies.
For a moment of silent she let them flow, merging with the greater harmony until her own feelings were undistinguishable from the world's own ache. Reminding herself of what she promised to maintain, the Balance that existed within The Song of Everything.
"Not while the birds still sing outside, not while the flowers bloom and wither." Like a vow, she continued. As if trying to cast off the doubt rose in her wake. Carrying a rare conviction that only the Aspects could provide her tone. "Not while we can still fight."
"Next time." A fierce smile returned to her face, an almost mischievous glint as her fangs showed. "You won't stand alone."