Overture Downs No matter where I sleep

sorry for the wait!

A fond smile plays across her features in agreement. Liri didn't yet know Sorin very well but she could sense that this Viggo was important - he had perhaps had helped to shape the identity of the dark, troubled young man she saw before her now. 

Surprise reflects in the muddied pools of her eyes like mirrored glass. It was a general opinion that the healer shared, of there being two kinds of strength. The elders spoke of those who had the strength of body - those who became warriors - and those who were strong of heart. It was just a bit difficult to include herself in that group. 

She didn't quite see herself as strong, just as someone who had really bad luck with families.

 "I...well, thanks, " she mutters after a moment, cheeks aflame beneath her fur.

Alarm creased her brow as he freezes, green eyes wide with tangible fright. Gooseflesh raises beneath her pale fur, wondering what could cause such a panic, as the northron reaches hesitantly for him. The fae nearly leaps backward as Sorin's dark crown shakes vigorously to and fro. 

"It's alright, " she soothes as her paw falls atop his own, light against dark, the promise that he needn't speak about it hanging unsaid between them.