Kinegarr helps Jira to her feet and is glad that she allowed him to do so.  His view of her has changed from the sassy lass in the skirts down at the pub in the village to that of his protector now.  A strong willed warrior that has sworn to protect him with her very life, but this momentary moment of chivalry that she allowed to happen reminds him that she is still the Jira he always knew under all that armor and thick skin of hers.<br/><br/>He listens to her words of wisdom about letting go and doesn’t know if he can, but he begins to try at least.  She steps off through the woods again and this time he is determined to keep up with her as they make their way to whatever destination she has them headed for.  His steps have a new spring in them since the rest and he manages to keep pace with her a little easier this time.<br/><br/>The woods are changing slightly as they continue onwards, gone are the towering oak trees mixed with the occasional white pine.  Now the trees are mixed with more maples and the occasional meadows they skirt bussing with the insects above the grass are getting larger and less swampy.<br/><br/>His mind begins to think less about his own personal grief and focuses instead on the world around him.  The squirrels that scamper up the tree trunks as they pass near or the possum hanging high on that branch, asleep for the day out of the reach of all the ground predators.  Even the different insects fluttering about in the air in front of him seem to come into focus.  He realizes that as he focuses the journey becomes easier and he is still not out of breath even as he notices Jira slow and takes particular notice of the break ahead.<br/>