Shadowwyn Moor i might fade like a sigh if I stay

the big-eared young lady spoke, then, and cortez shrugged off her apologies. you're no bother, he insisted gently. stick around if you want, hunt if you want—you're just fine. but it seemed as if her errands would take her elsewhere, and so he swiveled yet again back to the older female, the smile still lingering, albeit absently, on her face.

you live around here? he continued, trying to keep the conversation flowing. he wondered whether or not she'd do well back at elysium; he supposed olive and the other leaders would know better than he. still, might as well ask. he was always rotten for keeping things moving along, except if it was a story. he'd rather have someone else talk at him, do all the work.