Foxglove set Silvermane down outside. Her expression was quiet.
"...Was there ever any doubt?...But... I feel better; we're not being deserted. You have to go...Sometimes...When important things call you...I respect it. It's not fair. I respect it."
Foxglove nodded solemnly, looking out at the horizon...Perhaps the unicorn was remembering her own choices, which seemed to her at once cruel and necessary.
"If you wanna catch up...We'll be across from the bakery, OK? We can eat our sorrow in sandwiches. The crusts will form a mountain to reach heaven."
She nuzzled Silvermane and left to be where she's been for several posts.