Person: @nylathriasoulseer Location: They're home ur honor When she'd started repairing the inn, Nyla had been the first familiar face to step forward. Someone who'd known her parents, someone who'd been a patron for years, and even with them gone, Nyla had still shown up for her. She'd shown up for the girl who'd been shot in what was essentially her backyard, the one who'd been left just a spirit. It wasn't just the loss of Juneau in the garden or Agnes behind the bar that'd scared her, it was the idea that pillar of support, that shining beacon of hope that she'd had all these years, was gone, that'd gotten her on the road. She'd lost enough family by blood, she wasn't about to lose those she'd found.
Tears tracked down her cheeks, her arms enveloping the woman who'd always been there for her. "I thought you were gone." She says, voice barely above a whisper.
