She is grateful that Ipomoea agrees to let her stay. It all feels so surreal, but she knows this is what she must do to find justice. Even if it means leaving the comfort of her swamp and those she's come to call family within the Dusk Court, Corrdelia must leave. For now. Maybe she can come back some day when this is all over.
And she hopes she can find more peace than pain too.
"Thank you," she says to him, although her voice is nothing more than a whisper. The crow witch can't bring herself to speak much louder. It feels like she swallowed thorns.
Her eyes are resting on Hāsta's body when the snow melts away to reveal wildflowers blooming from nothing. The sight brings tears to her eyes in a bittersweet way.
She is alone with her thoughts, although she can feel Hāsta's spirit not too far away.
The end <3
