Sunbeam Lair Could you be more elusive

As the evening progressed, her eyelids grew heavier until at last she let them slip shut - ears still flicking slightly in time to sound; Nym had learned to sleep lightly long ago.

At the chuff her eyes opened, the golden optics not quite meeting his own molten orbs. They settled blankly on the grey hues of his smoky coat, small ears flattening against her head. 

The motions were there, the submission of a woman smaller than he, but they lacked a true fear. The Reaper's lips parted, a soft sound leaving her. It was clear that if he'd come for trouble, she wasn't worth it. 

For all the world, the child soldier seemed meek and oppressed; nothing of the violence of her past visible except for the darkness swirling in her gaze, the blackened scars against her shoulder - a brand of the war charter.