Words are spaces between us.

"You can," was Paarthurnax' immediate response, as a faint and solemn smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "You will. Don't give up on her, Scimitar." Although it might have felt like she had given up on him, the crimson Frostfur did not doubt that Bazi would cling to the promise of her return. She was young, forced into a position of power and expectation that had been too much for her to bear. The time away would do her good, Paar hoped. Absence would make her heart grow fonder.

The tawny brute turned his face away then to cast his aquamarine gaze toward the sky and speak of complication, following which the crimson healer lowered her own copper gaze. Confusion and uncertainty had followed her closely wherever she went lately, and it seemed Scimitar was equally acquainted. "Things can only get better," she offered softly, sadness lingering between them as she remained entirely unaware of her companion's budding interest in her.