Hideaway Strath Hideaway from everyone, most of all yourself

Light blue eyes lifted to meet golden yellow ones and Whrist gasped softly. The woman standing before her was an absolute beauty, she stole her breath. The tension of her muscles in her anger did not detract from her, rather it highlighted the curve of her jaw and neck. The swell of her chest as her agitated breath rasped filling the silence. 
Whrist resisted the urge to press herself against the hard muscles of the warrior woman, just barely.

The black wraith would not look away, she would not look guilty even though she  had no explanation to give. The moments stretched as she tried to find words to give to Nyra, though words had never really been her strong suit. When her words came they did not hold much emotion just pointed matter of fact-ness that did not display cockiness or any other emotion “I don’t know…” She finally answered to both questions almost with a casual shrug.