Meadowlark Prairie keep quiet, nothing comes as easy as you

Touch was a language she could speak, whether it was because the woman was cold or some other reasons did not matter to Jakoul. She would heed the request. Come. She whispered carefully as she bed down into the cold earth. Her body posture left room for the woman to curl against her side and stomach — although if that was not how she intended to lay, the Morta was ready to adjust accordingly. Where from? She hummed the words as a ball of ideas began to roll around in her mind.