A fair few minutes passed and by then our green lady felt much more at ease and sure that the potential danger (if it was ever there at all!) had passed and that she was now free to go about her merry way back home. Oh, but maybe it would have been good to once again see Galin- - -<em>no</em>.<br/><br/>She firmly scolded herself, her sharp features scowling under the clandestine shadows, she wouldn't allow herself to go there, to show weakness by clinging to the past like some poor, simpering maiden. She had cut her ties. The bridges weren't burned - they were blown sky high, and she had set the charges herself. Going back wasn't an option anymore, that was made clear long ago, but she also reminded herself that what she was doing was for the ultimate good of every single person she had ever loved or cared about; for Nessa, her father, Fiyero, Glinda and, yes, even little obnoxious Boq.<br/><br/>Straightening herself and taking a last deep and calming breath she ducked out of the little room and made a discrete bee-line toward the entrance, sparing nothing around her any attention, the edges of her skirt and cloak billowing around her ankles.