Larksong Grotto like a mantle of mystery

@Wintersbane sorry for the delay here?

Her name slipped from between his lips in that deep, familiar baritone. Nyx acknowledged it with a soft sway of her peppered tail. "It has," she remarked in agreement of the omitted rogue's observation, and curiosity glimmered in the vibrant yellow of her irises. "Where did you find yourself these past few months, hm?"

Nyx detected his uncertainty at once, that quiet awkwardness that swelled in the silence to follow his words. It reached out for her, and after an uncertain twitch of a raven-tipped lobe, the lioness dared to take a step closer. While she hadn't allowed herself the opportunity to be close to anyone but Mahler, there had always been something trustworthy about Wintersbane.