Greatwater Lake she was afraid of dreadful prophecies

a pleased smile floods his face, but like with all expressions on him, it is magnified and pushed in all the wrong places. he's careful not to bare his teeth.
sounds like a pleasant man. not that he was much of a saint either. a real bully in a china shop, he was. or so others said. he runs a hand through his hair, pensive, before another question cuts the thought train short. not very far, he allows. maybe i'll see you again. urias isn't sure if he means that. she wasn't bad company at all, and he'd learned a few things: cursed bloodlines, cursed forests, what it meant to be weak in scylla's world.
well, then. good luck with your sister. and with your foot. he stands up and dusts off his hands, strolling towards the creek that trickled into the lake, to those distance tooth-like mountains. it crosses his mind that this might be the last time he saw this girl again, ever. how thought-provoking.