Northstar Vale i'm not about to sit up here

ooh bless you I desperately need trade threads <3 keeping this vague

The ex-soldier hadn't thought much about Queenie lately. He was far too preoccupied with other things-- spending time with his firebird, marking borders, brooding, patrolling, brooding. Nathaniel had a very interesting life.
He was getting ready to leave the territory when the mercenary came into view, and was suddenly reminded of his distaste for her. Nonetheless, he turned his cracked ice gaze to her with no hostility. Nat nodded a greeting to Queenie, stopping in case she wanted something from him. The miniscule, new-found respect he had for her was what kept him from glaring, from walking away. He figured it was never too late for either things if she started being rude again anyway.