Duskfire Glacier [m] grace, this is fucking birmingham

yes. wintersbane rasps as she comes to the conclusion herself; glad that he did not have to explain it to her. he was old enough now not to find too many things awkward but there were some conversations best left between women and that was one of them. he considers reminding her once more that he wouldn't hold her here against her will — it wouldn't be fair to her; and neither, he reminds himself selfishly, would her taking off with his children be fair to him.

it was a devil's line to walk.

for the moment, the tundrian remains quiet; letting the news and consideration absorb. content in letting her ask the questions — if and when she felt ready to.