Qeya River Pink nose, pearly toes

her answer is one of logic and shikoba cannot argue with the girl. those who go conjuring and hexing without any knowledge are those who reap what they sow. perhaps it was best to be politely cautious and nothing else. a small nod is given to her counterpart. "Amalia sounds very logical," she says gently, "spirits can be scary at times. some can have the faces of those you know."

perhaps it may even be in shikoba's best interest to stop hoping for inutsuk, then, if his body does not return to her but only the intangible parts of his soul. "it best to be careful during these winter nights. not always know what really is out there wandering." winter nights often were a time believed where the veil between the current world and the spirit world would have a deeper connection and a greater bridge between the two. hopefully, nothing uninvited would be accidentally invited within the family of kigipigak.

"does amalia have other interests to pursue?" now shikoba would give the girl a break from the current conversation, assuming hat it probably didn't sit that well within her belly to be talking about the thing that politely keeps her on her toes.