Duskfire Glacier nothing in comparison

Settling in to walk comfortably beside him, Tzila felt much more at home out on these open icefields as compared to the coast. She sucked in a breath. She had tried for that lifestyle. Tried to settle and make something for herself there. But it had all been washed away. Astaroth and her son. And here she stood now, on a literal blank slate. "I find something peaceful about it." She tacked on her last comment.

Drawn away from the northern lights, she listened, glancing back to see for herself, that his leg was indeed, healing well. "I am pleased to hear that." She fell into silence, but let her eyes trace deliberately over each and every scar on his face and body. There was even a glint of admiration there too. Who couldn't help but stare one second too long at such a handsome man? "Some say every scar has a story behind it." She hummed quietly, but with depth in her voice. "Would you share yours?" She pressed with interest, but not obnoxiously so. This was the first step, she hoped, in getting to know the sort of man Wintersbane was.