Moonspear [m] bad girls

Come and rest. Keen didn't hesitate a second longer. She wasn't quite sure what was going on, but she knew that she was comfortable with Sialuk. Enough to settle beside her and take in the scent of herbs, eyes darting from the bones to the cold stone walls before finally settling on Sialuk.
How was your journey home? She asked softly. It seemed like the right thing to say. Suddenly she was questioning all of it, because Keen actually wasn't very good with other women. In friendship or otherwise. Men were easier because — well, they were all fairly alike if you squinted just a bit. Easier to shrug it off when things went awry. Keen got nervous with women, though, especially those she wanted to befriend.