Hushed Willows all that we mourn is already here

Qilaq’s brows knit together, increasingly struggling to handle the abrasiveness of his words. It reminds her how some of the wolves talked to her where she’d been held captive but the youthfulness in his face keeps her from completely losing it. Seabreeze and Lily has promised her safety and she’s certain they wouldn’t let a child in that was capable of hurting. And surely, he wouldn’t? He’s bigger than her and, by default, much stronger. Her frame has started to fill out but the hollowness still lingers in her finer features.
 
“Um, th-they fall sometimes, I-I guess,” she offers, struggling to put her thought to words and grasping for the nearest thing to convey her point.