Broken Boulder someone's knocking and i'm out of invitations

She nodded, smiling. "Of course," she said, falling into step beside him. His presence was solid, comforting. He had fled the scene at the border so quickly, but he seemed so sure of himself now, a quiet man beside her. As a chatterbox, sometimes the silence was nice. No words from either of you ringing in your ears, just the incessant nagging of your own thoughts.

Of course, Lily could never go long without words, and she cocked her head to look at Ulf. "How are you settling in?" she asked politely, warmly. It was sort of her job to ask, but she was curious, given that he spent most of his time around Alarian. Had others attempted to get to know him, or did he feel adrift? Perhaps he would answer, perhaps not.

Sometimes there were more answers in the words left unsaid than those said aloud.