Greatwater Lake the touch is cold

A soft glimmer flitted gently through Saarthal's eyes as she regarded Opalia with a tilt of her head. It had been a long time since she felt a similar urge and although the feeling was warm and not entirely unwelcome, Saar knew that acting on such emotions was not entirely appropriate for their current interaction. "I will," Saar said, lips quirked in a lopsided smile. It was a promise of sorts, she supposed, but it hardly mattered - Saar doubted she would meet anyone of that description. She would not be travelling for much longer if things went to plan. Well, in this case, they had to go to plan eventually. She would not be taking no for an answer.

Withholding an unwelcome remark like oh just you wait, you will always have more to lose which Saarthal might've said when she was younger and just beginning to enter...well, whatever she was in now, Saar simply offered a half-smile and a nod of her head. "I'll be around if you ever need someone," she said, "probably somewhere in the mountains. But, I won't be hard to find." Not a promise. But she probably wouldn't be. For once, she wasn't planning on going anywhere.