Lips like Morphine

Once again the male's silence was not taken offensively. Rather, it was a warming swathe over the both of them, keeping them content until there was need to speak again. Grinning at this unfamiliar sense of camaraderie, Creidne was hesitant to break it. Sitri was excellent company and curiosity be damned she refused to ruin it -no matter how many questions his scars provoked.

From that thought Cree started wondering about her own ending and how it would come. Would she last long enough to be decorated like Sitri, or would death claim her just as unexpectedly as it demanded the life of Jinx? Honestly, she couldn't figure which would be better. So in a way she considered it best that suicide forgone, the choice was not really hers to make.

Looking at Sitri with wobbling eyes, she faltered at first before asking, "do you think she's scared?" Once more, she imagined that there was no need to explain who or what was being discussed. Perhaps it was the oddest and even most useless query to be posed thus far, but in Cree's mind it was worth an answer. Was a creature as valiant as Jinx immune to the gravity of her own death even now?