Overture Downs It's hard, letting go

She remembered vaguely the wary, distrustful feelings he had instilled upon first arriving at the plateau so long ago. Something in the way he had eyed Ruenna, the fury he suppressed - it hadn't settled well with her then. 

But now, as she studies him - Siqsa merely seems tired. Not physically but tired of the world, of lies, of unfulfilled promises - just as Liri was. 

The winter nymph doesn't understand the foreign tongue that caresses her ears but the words are so filled with loneliness, so broken that she imagines she can feel their meaning in her heart. 

"Yeah, " she agrees inadequately in the common tongue, gaze dropping. 

It lifts when he continues, her jaw clenching slightly in utter agreement. 

"I'm surviving, " she answers with an odd little half smile, full of anger and bitterness. 

Barely.