Lost Creek Hollow eyes like frozen planets

i can-- i'll bring you something, from the caches.
wren felt the time to call ash star over was nearing, and the last thing she wanted to do was feel the disdain in her gaze. there is a soft, wavering look shared between she and silvertongue as she turns back toward the riverland. the hard questions to ask would belong to her.
after a short time, she returns with the hind torso of a rabbit. here, she noses it toward the girl. it's not much, so, um, let me know if you want more.
she was trying.