Stavanger Bay hands getting cold

as well as i can be, dalia parroted in a stupid attempt at banter. ford still didn’t strike her as the banter type but... well, dalia was the banter type. she dialed it back rather quickly, though. I’m doing better, she said, ears pressing forwards as his gaze bore into her delicate features. ah, even after all this time apart she felt so strange beneath his gaze— she just didn’t understand it. i have been patrolling, she added motioning to the scent line to the side of them. 

i want to learn to fight, she then said, sort of suddenly, i am small and weak and i don’t want to be that way anymore. if she could do something about her own safety, she would do it.