She had not expected it to hurt so much. The door closing behind her felt so final, pushed by her own hands, blocking away the first person she had ever really loved. She needed to get moving. All of this was for nothing if she stayed against the Wall, weeping quietly, waiting for something to mend that she doubted would ever fully heal. She brushed at her eyes, pushing angrily at the feelings that threatened to overwhelm her, regardless of her actions. She had allowed herself to grow attached, and she must pay the consequence. She would not need a heart for long in any case, so it was just as well that it stay with Grim. – -x- – The Journey had ended, but her task had not. Not yet. Her Guardian was gone. People needed her. Grimult needed her. Even if he did not know why. And she would not fail him. So she would carry on alone. – -x- – “You got a name?” the man posed, and her eyes flickered to him in surprise. She steeled herself, pulling on a mantle she had long since thrown aside. “No,” she answered firmly. “I am the Lightkeep.”