Blackfoot Forest the woods are lonely, dark, and deep

She did not draw closer to him like he would have anticipated, lacing her own tone with some buried sultry song. And so, he did not press it. If anything, her nonchalance was a reminder of other things he would not think on or of. Instead he would think on her stipulations, wonder if she would come seek him out again in the future. Perhaps not, Mordecai deemed, if only for the fact that he held himself to a more complex code than her own.

So when she mentioned going to the glacier again, he took it was a farewell of sorts and nodded his head. "Good luck," he offered once more, though it may have been lost on her. He did not know what the future would hold for Tonravik, but it seemed that she had the means to make it successful for herself.