Moonstone Quarry God looks on in abject apathy [m]

Her heart a hammer against her ribs, yet she remained still and calmed. Perhaps soothed by his presence. It was as though she had gained some sliver of something more here. It lit her aflame as much as it (momentarily) eased any wilderness in her untamed heart.

Something she wanted to cling onto with sharp teeth and dulled claws, all the ferocity in her heart that a Morta should have.

Which meant her first directive had not been to depart, even when she might have been fully free to, even if that might have been the logical step. If he stayed then she sought to stay too. Within his reach.