Lion Head Mesa You've got smoke in your eyes

her blushing slowly diminished. when her eyes lit upon him once more, he was looking to the ground, as if he were suddenly wajo to akashingo; his tone is sombre like germanicus maybe, and this comparison brings a smile to her face at last.

a small girlish chuckle becomes a true giggle, and then satsu sighs.
you sound like the roman, but it was fitting, she thought. the boy seemed less youthful in this moment, as if something had begun to shift within him. he seemed... resolute.

i will look for someone suitable for this mission. i promise to find someone, and they will be waiting by your sleeping place by this evening.
but she would not be fulfilling this promise so soon—not when the choice has already been made by crowfeather, unbeknownst to the ascendant. she draws close to him and gives him a small kiss of her nose against his cheek, a friendly, familial gesture.

do not worry, satsu says for her sake as much as his own.
their earlier fighting is not forgotten but for now satsu puts it aside.
drawing back again, she nods a silent dismissal so that crowfeather may feel free to go, should he choose. there is now one more thing added to satsu's growing list of priorities and she is quite overwhelmed.