Hoshor Plains convince me of innocence

whether or not relmyna would admit it to herself, in her cronelike and advanced years, she had enjoyed the way he gazed upon her, stricken silent. she had not recalled the same expression in cicero's eyes — just a soft want — and iliksis burned for her with a dark and violent hunger.
this, the listener decided, was pure in comparision.
she opted to approach, small paws carrying her brief frame toward the larger man. the scent of pinewood drifted from him as she drew near. and it was not until she faced the pale blue of his gaze that relmyna spoke, a warmer light entering her eyes. few stare as gently as you have, she mouthed slowly, watching to see how he might react.