Emberwood a partial list of things currently inside you: blood, skull, ghost

She follows after him for whatever reason, uncertain where they were going until the gentle sound of water reaches her. Lifting her head to look up beyond the dark male, then to him, she continues along in silence. A little anxiety seems into her chest but it’s easy to leave at bay, as if his confidence rolls off him somehow and she absorbs what’s in the air. One ear twitches as he speaks and she steps up, following in his footsteps into the riverbank. The cold water quickly takes to her legs and she shivers once, steadying her nerves. A single glance back to him to search for motive, but a quiet resolve puts her back  and lowers her head, swiping a her face to wipe away the dried blood.