Nova Peak let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Oh, Mordur was so unreadable. She had asked him if he wanted freedom, expecting his immediate happiness and gratitude. Instead, submissiveness. Sasha wasn't frustrated, since she rarely expressed negative emotions in hopes to seem more optimistic. However, it clearly showed in her voice as she asked her question. "You want freedom, or no?" Doing this was already hard enough.

However, his pleading was her achille's heel. "Don't apologize. I understand that you want freedom. You may have it," she said slowly and deliberately. His gaze matched with hers, and for a second Sasha wanted to take back her offer. Traveling without Mordur made her feel strange. 

His next words however, made her keep to her offer. He wanted freedom, she could tell. The fierceness in his eyes surely showed it. "Very well," Sasha muttered, exhaling deeply. Just like her breath that had come out a cloud of fog, Mordur would disappear just like that.

She knew that Mordur would not go back home. She knew the fear that festered inside of him--of her very own father. And it pained her. The fact that Mordur was afraid of her kin, and the fact that it was very much her father that was the root of his turmoil. "You are no longer my þræll. Go when you please; go where you wish."