Horizon Ridge You need it so believe it

When he had slipped off of her back, her limbs had celebrated in silence, weary from his weight. Never, perhaps, would she be capable of not struggling to hold another, but the comfort that she could find in his being there made it worth it. She'd been surprised by the affection shown afterwards, freezing momentarily, only to relax soon after and set her gaze upon him. She sought his own, only to redirect her attention in the last second to a different section of his face. And then there came something that she'd desired, the sound of his voice in the form of words—his name.

No longer could she say they were strangers, really. It was more like they'd become acquaintances, but even that was also not quite right. She didn't know what to label him as other than Hiram, and so there is where she left it until her thoughts could be better collected. "Asterr," she'd returned, far simpler than her usual introductions. Her maw parted shortly after, almost as if she'd planned to say something, but was closed before any words could be shared. What she'd wished to say had been lost, if it'd ever existed at all, abandoned deep within her thoughts of the male. What was appropriate, she couldn't tell, and so the offer was made for him to lead the conversation, should he wish to.