Altar of Twilight there’s a galaxy hidden

she says something that Cinnamon can only guess is affirmative, though her next words make it clear. she does not immediately reply, considering her next words, but then the girl speaks again. Cinnamon supposes that the tremors are what contribute to her tension, but she can not deny that the girl out here, all alone, worries her. 

"hopefully." she doesn't believe it, though. "where are your people?" she asks gently, hoping the answer is a simple one. she sits, relaxing at the stillness of the earth, though her wariness towards the mountains does not fade.