A bit of time had passed since Viola's escape. She made a place for herself a little way away from the woods of Beren. She had been spending her time calmly and healing. She was almost fully healed now, and had regained her strength. She was standing by a little stream, staring down at the water when she felt a presence. She knew who it was. A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. "I am sorry," Viola said softly, "that I could not find you."
She winced when fingers gently caressed where her wings used to be, and she turned her head to see Philomena staring upon her in horror. "They were taken from me," Viola said quietly. "I survived, but I have been wondering why I am still here. It is all gone. Perhaps I should die with it."
"I wish for you to stay," Philomena told her. "Stay with me."
Viola looked to the dying woods. "The place we made our home is gone."
Philomena took one of her hands, "we shall make a new home. Please, find a new place with me."
Viola placed a hand upon Phi