Phoenix Maplewood There'll be things you never asked her

He observed her in a way that was new to her. There was no pity to be found in his gaze, as she had found in Siarut, and the tundrian finds she doesn't miss it. Nor does he ask, as so many have been wont to do, about the scars lining her face and throat. Her smile becomes a little less forced as he takes a seat beside her, moving with the same predatory gait a bear might, her pale gaze again drawn to the herd grazing serenely below. 

His thanks draw confusion in the form of a furrowed brow. "Tahani?" she asked hesitantly once she found his green eyes again, unsure of who he spoke of. She'd spoken to each of the sisters and had offered aid to Shivali and Tahani on numerous occasions, she could not be sure what exactly he was thanking her for.

The rest she nodded to, somewhat shy in the face of praise. It's the first time she had received thanks from, well, any of their members - at least what the spearwife can recall. "Thank you," she murmured with genuine gratitude, for amongst his family who seemed to either tolerate her presence, pity her, or blatantly not want her around - his words were more appreciated than he knew.