Northstar Vale uumak ☈

the pale woman gives a small gasp heard by melkor's ears which cup forth, giving way to a soft furrow of his brow as she immediately cowers. the hide she wore 'round her shoulders slips from its perch and the items that she collected — that he has not noticed until they begin to roll towards him — drawing ever nearer to him. melkor watches the items, intending to stop them if they do not stop on their own; head jerking up as she lets out a cry and draws nearer after one.

the terror in her eyes as she forgets the stone and looks up at him is not something that melkor is used to. for a moment, the tundrian is locked in a moment; of confusion and of something else. he's never had anyone look at him with such unbridled fear and it unsettles him. ❝it's ok,❞ he rasps in quieted tones, hoping to calm the worst of her fears. ❝i'm not going to hurt you.❞ he attempts to assure her softly.

❝here. you can collect your items.❞ he encourages, drawing back a few steps as if she is an animal easily spooked ( and for all he knows she is ). he would offer to help to gather her fallen things but given her terror when looking at him he isn't so sure she wouldn't attack him if he did.