Stone Circle My Keeper’s Sister

Valette looked up with Sia talked and then frowned as she didn't understand that first word. She didn't know the northern language like her sister had. But then the male clarified and her face lifted. She offered him a soft smile. "You are welcome, Sia. You know that," she returned to him and dared to stepped closer. It seemed he was more willing to talk to her.

She went to sit by him, following his gaze to the few bison scattered around. "I wish I could do more though," she admitted to him and looked at him with a serious expression. Her hazel eyes traveled over him. He didn't look his best. Her gaze was clear enough that Sia could probably tell she was talking about his own state of mind.