Bramblepoint No one knows

It's alright, mine's not that great either!

[table width=85%][tr][td]She doesn't respond to his gratitude, unsure of what she should even say. He moves further away allowing the tension to shed from Liri's form like the droplets of rain; the arctic woman stops trying to morph with the cave wall. 

In between flashes of lighting she can make out the outside world. The only thing she can see from her corner of the cave are the sheets of rain beating down from the sky and the silhouette of Adrastos. 

"Liri," she offers in return, not unkindly.[/table][/tr][/td]