Falls of the Hinterlands anima

for a man so gifted in song and speech, Ashlar often struggled to string words together in critical moments. she grits her teeth at his halting half-queries but listens through them silently, anyway, eyes resting coolly on his nervous face.

the rest of her is all but cool.

you gonna go findh. . .her? Reki'hh ma? Avicus asks, ears swiveling in her own quiet uncertainty.

she's grown to hate the woman, given the time spent ruminating over her refusal to bring Sapphique to their aid—and because of her past with Ashlar, it hadn't been a big leap there, either.

if he says yes, she will not only refuse him, but she. . .

well. she figures it's best to wait for his reply before jumping to rash action.