Moonspear what dies doesn’t stay dead

Although she found it strange that he likened hunting and religion, she didn't share her thoughts. Mmm, Ariadne murmured politely as she stalled, unsure what to say, I am glad it brings you peace. We all deserve peace.

She watched as he went to work on the stain and was impressed with his technique; she had assumed she didn't need to use sand, but she clearly was wrong.

He thanked her then, and she fixed him with a questioning look. I think I am the one who should be thanking you, she said slowly, her eyes lingering on the stained pelt. You are the one doing my chores, after all! She smiled as she spoke, the corners of her eyes crinkling as mirth danced in her honeyed gaze.