Stavanger Bay lxxi. a creature in my bloodstream chews me up

"I shall leave you to it then," Lótë lilted softly, fallowskin crown dipping slightly in a teasing gesture and also one of farewell. The ostmen was a taciturn sort of man, one who got his point across with a small amount of words. The cloudberry did not wish to linger until the silence between them grew uncomfortable -- for him or for the both of them. And in any case, there was much to be done in the Forest. 

"It was good to see you again, Kjalarr," she murmured with a last smile before gathering herself up and moving to depart, beginning to trot back in the direction she'd come from.