Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

In the back of her mind, perhaps she knew of the trouble that she was causing, but the assured continuation of their lives disallowed her from acting in response to said knowledge. It would cause less stress upon the male if they were to depart from the cave, but she'd worry the whole rest of the way about taking a tumble down the mountain. She was confident in the way that she walked and how much she knew about the range, but even still, she'd never traversed it in the rain before. The areas that were especially dangerous could not be seen through her memories, nor could the safest of trails. It was as if she'd been cast onto a different range entirely, and so, to her, the preferred option was to remain within the cave until everything returned to being familiar to her.

Asterr watched silently as he'd settled down near to the entrance, but it hadn't lasted for very long. "Move away from there," she'd practically insisted. "If the wind shifts you will become wet, and then you will fall ill." She could not have him catching any sort of illness, for then his assigned task would be void. He could not protect her if weakened by a sickness, and so his health was to be maintained. And though her wish for him to move away from the entrance had stemmed from a need to keep him healthy, it was with uncertain intentions that she'd opened her mouth again. "Come over here." Even as she'd voiced it, she knew not what had caused for the statement to form atop her tongue.