Returning to the mountain brought her some measure of relief. At least in the sense she wasn't alone in a physical sense. She was tired on many levels, and she knew she was underweight. Couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten a decent amount of food. Her fur was dirty and unkempt, which used to be near sacrilege for the vain woman, but she hadn't had the energy to maintain it.
Her head hurt. She didn't know if being so close to the Cove was helping or hurting on that level.
Dull brown eyes fixed on her paws, still dirty, still cracked and bleeding. Hadn't they been so, since she'd dug Archer's grave? Would it ever be alright to clean them?
Nori instinctively halted before the border and, after a moment of hesitation, raised her head to call for... anyone who was listening. She was allowed to come back, and she knew that, but underneath the weight of shame and guilt and grief she still felt a flutter of anxiety in her chest.