Luneshale Pass my love, are you the devil?

Thank you for the kudos <3

Asun thinks she can sense melancholy in the woman's bearing, something that faintly limns her shoulders like a shawl. 

But it is not her place to ask, and she is just grateful for the polite response.

One like it, she affirms, a smile crinkling the corners of her eyes. And you?

Her shuttered gaze lingers on her awkward stance, contrapposto as if to hide a weakness. The ends of her mouth tense with concern, but any wounds on her appear to be clean and well on their way to healing. She wonders if the woman has been lucky enough to encounter a healer in the wild, but she doubts it. Though Asun stands far enough from her, there is nothing about her that suggests pack.

I am Asun.