Otter Creek memories

do you mind fading in your next post? <3 sorry to cut this short, but i thought we could leave it open-ended as far as them sitting and conversing

a war. religion, family — the sorrow that hung in amsu's expressive eyes. here was a creature who needed her only to listen, and relmyna felt interest restored to her. it would be refreshing to speak of things that were not the daedra, and perhaps in the process, lift a burden from one with which she felt a strange and immediate kinship.
all of it, relmyna responded silently. tell me as much or as little as you would like. i will listen. and so she brought up her slim muzzle, swept forward her dark ears, and offered the man a gentle smile.