Arrow Lake pronuntio

There lay in one problem in which she could see—Reyson’s dedication to duty to Mereo, his life as a soldier and sense of morale. She could argue his attentiveness be no more than a fascination—but her esteem wasn’t something she wished to delve into.

She knew it was low.

His words drew a surprised blink from her—slender muzzle tilting up as her eyes finally made to capture his, derisive and questioning. “Unhappiness?” She echoed the words as a delicate brow arched, her steps halting, her tongue drying at the scent of him and the lake. A factor that could no longer matter.

“Resolve,” she decided, for she was not unhappy with her agreement to her goldsun soldier. She simply remained guarded.