Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

The girl smiles, her head falling along with her gaze as she looks to her paws. The water laps over them as relief floods through her. It is a subtle thing, but Aria appreciates his joke-- it's not really funny, but it pulls tension from her shoulders and drags it into the lake. "Seana, right?" she asks, remembering the woman from the border and looking back at him. 

He finds her gaze and her falls again. She searches for words to explain how huge of a failure she feels-- if Casmir even cares to hear about it right now. "A lot has changed since you left," she comments quietly, referring to Dante and Blue stepping down, Osprey's stepping up, and her own stepping up. She isn't sure if she should tell him, but tries to answer his question honestly. "I'm just trying to find something to help. There is nothing is Donnelaith-- I just keep hoping to find something... anything, I guess," she tells him, her voice slow and controlled. Her white gaze raises back to his yellow one, and she holds it as long as he'll let her. "This is the closest I've come to that something in a while," she adds, feeling a certain serenity at this particular plateau.