Weeks isn't... everyone needs to grieve. They need time. Weeks are human.

( Months? Months and years for all her own running, really. That was less kindly looked upon, surely. Years of resenting the Wolf, even when she knew it was part of her and she loved to run. . )

I'm sorry about Robert. And about Lauren. I...

( I wish I'd had someone like you.

Someone who thought life was important, that people should be safe. That hadn't wanted to make her choose betweem being human and being the Wolf. Magic was terrifying, and yet it was as much as part of someone as their breath.

Granny thought she could only be human, Anita thought she could only be the Wolf, pack before humanity. Snow had believed she could be both, but she hadn't known how to help Red, and David knew who she was, but both of them had forgotten her.

We do not need to be isolated when we wake.

For a brief moment, Ruby thinks she may never have felt so alone as she does right now, sitting in the snow and listening to a woman from another world relay aches that feel so familiar that they could have been carved from her own chest.

There is the sound of a shaky breath. )

You're a great teacher, Adelaide.

( She hates how rough her voice sounds, despite her effort to sound cheery.)

I think everything you've done will help a lot of people. And... I think they'll find it easier to be braver, for it. And they'll be safer.