The Tangle pure beast and skin

The other turns to leave and Thuringwethil doesn’t move, content to watch him disappear from view before she departs. However, she does not get the satisfaction. Before he’s completely turned around, he stops and turns back, shakily rambling on the best way to get out. A brow quirks again as she watches him, even breaths coming and going as she considers and the silence lingers long enough that she may not answer.

But with a disinterested lick of her lips, she offers one warning: ”the way you came.”