Larksong Grotto what are we made of but hunger and rage?

Sorry for the short post. :o

There’s an awkward moment between her correction and his next words, but she remains stiff in her posture and her gaze hardening. When he does move on, however, he deflects the purpose and Thuringwethil just shakes her head to urge him forward. “We are fine, thank you,” is all she manages to offer him. The sooner he presents his purpose, the sooner she can make her way back home. Traveling again so soon hadn’t been on her agenda but her duty called, dragging her out once more. Thuringwethil remains still, waiting for Reek to begin, with her expression still blank and hiding away the impatience.