Wapun Meadow the long forgotten one

Her skin prickled uncomfortably as he thanked her, gaze flitting to the ground. She'd never been described as thoughtful, and she mused the word choice. In a way, she supposed she was; full of thoughts, that is. The internal distraction calmed whatever agitation had arisen at Siarut's thanks, but nothing would help the crushing anxiety of the growing darkness.
I can't be out after dark, She offered, eyes returning to the stark male now. It was not untruthful. The fading light left them little time. She glanced past him, tone suggesting her reluctance to leave as she spoke next, I wish you and your group the best on your journey, Siarut. Perhaps we'll meet again. It was a half-hearted suggestion; she knew they would not. Still, she made no move to leave, only casting another glance at the slowly setting sun to gauge the time she had left.