Phantom Hollow silverkiss

she turned her own attention to the surface, watching light glimmer upon it as she thought of wraen and where the woman might have gone.
maybe to bridget's concept of underworld. afterlife. she did not truly want to believe that the gentle woman was gone in every aspect forever.
suddenly he was asking her a question for which she had no answer, and she sighed regretfully. "only for now. young," she pointed out. towhee had reacted in their favour had she not? but she had no scales to weigh the choice of the man alongside her.
"i leader in brecheliant. if you tired of sleeping here, come there." it was all she could offer, and she gave it with warmth, straightening.
a sidelong glance. he was still headily attractive despite this turmoil, and she regretted also the lack of interest in her signalling.