Stavanger Bay escape from the fade

She smiles at Valyri's words, biting back her response as she watches her queen emerge into the clearing. The priestess is absorbed in the sight of the waterfall, but she herself commands Nefris's attention. Drifting to her queen's side, the Champion notes the slight tremble of willowy limbs, the widening of sparkling gemstone eyes. She presses herself lightly to the High Priestess's side, offering a steady shoulder to lean against. Nefris feels the weight of the words as much as her queen, yet she remains solid beneath it, unwavering as always. Aye? Home, then? Her own voice is scarcely more than a whisper nonetheless, ever mindful of how much these moments mean to Valyri.