Ouroboros Spine lviii. only your ghost surrounds me

An untimely chance to have been found. A disaster, was his appearance; from a nap he'd just woken.

Lótë. The man greeted her of a kindly tune, lifting from where he'd been lain over his abdomen. 

To see the pale woman was somewhat of a shock, despite the calm expression he exhibited. It had been some time since he had last set eyes upon her.

Please, sit The invitation was nearly butchered in its haste; Inutsuk's mind had been faint in recalling the proper mannerism in the presence of company — in specific, a woman's company.

I take it you've come seeking Shikoba? An abrupt assumption, but one he figured justifiable. The two had been rather close, as he last recalled.