Lake Rodney Fear both the heat and the cold of your heart.

He listened, but was more interested in the way she moved as she evaded the snapping ice. She came up the bank to stride in front of him, cutting across his path; he held himself back for a moment in appraisal of her, and then drew up alongside her. Being a friend of Hydra made her all the more appealing to him - if his sister deigned her worthy to associate with, Revui trusted that. As he walked beside the woman he noted how fluidly she moved, and collected breaths of her scent, studying every bit of her that he could.

Not knowing how to continue the conversation, it stalled. The silence was comfortable for Revui but maybe not for Ying. The boy failed to notice the accent she carried, or the stilted manner of her speech - he was hardly observant of these kinds of details, especially since words were fallible things he often chose not to employ.

Eventually he did speak again, though. As they moved together around the lakefront, he murmurs: She is well? My sister. He had not been home in a very long time, and in fact... Believed he was not welcome, to a degree.