Hushed Willows [m] Never gonna allocate all of this dark hate

Wayfarer let her thoughts wander, which could be a dangerous thing. Talking about her father wasn't hard, not like it used to be, but her memory of him was weak. She could recall his dark face, the deep cobalt of his eyes that Veteran had shared with him, but the baritone of his voice was lost to her. The scent of him? She wasn't so sure she could remember the comfort of those woven among the tendrils of his furs.

Had he ever told her that he loved her?

Her whole body gave a little jolt of surprise at Reverie's tender, unexpected touch. Wayfarer glanced her way again, Amber eyes blinking, and took a moment to fully register what she was saying. Visit the glacier? The cold seeped into her bones at the thought.

Yeah, I... maybe, she gave a stumbling answer, and dared to lower her gaze to look at the contact Reverie had made between them. She maintained it, content for it.