It was strange, she thought.
It was as if Faernathron's fëa would appear clearer to her than any others, that his spirit was better to be perceive, almost as if she could see again. It was unlike her to think so. That she could not see, she had accepted long ago and she desired her old sight not to be returned to her. Gaomee was accepting her fate and would not challenge the ways it took and led her.
Tilting her head from side to side she could not get this peculiar elvish warrior out of her mind ...