Moonspear you're not a romantic.

"a very cold sea, with much ice. the land there. an island." suddenly wearied and ashamed, wary to know what desdemona would think of her after that, kukutux straightened. "i will bring sweet leaves to put at the burial," she murmured, begging silently her leave from the warrior-woman.

"i have enjoyed sharing words with you." and it was not at all a lie, despite how anxious kukutux felt herself grow now. but still she lingered, wondering if the distant woman would talk of her own home, and continue their meet.