Wapun Meadow i. I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrap my head

With a whine, he presses closer to her and the Night Stalker repressed a need to recoil. It was not the man before her she feared, she'd faced worse and lived to tell the tale, but it was instinct to withdraw as he draws close. She holds herself perfectly still, any sign of tension hidden in the careful sprawl to her legs, face emotionless. Her golden eyes flicker with some emotion - curiosity perhaps or maybe just weariness.

She finds intrigue in his own startling, molten gaze and waits - for what she's not sure. Nym does not break the silence, she merely accepts his attention, glancing up at him as if to say What are you looking for?