Black Morass timor

‘Perhaps I am tired of living,’ he issued to her, and she found a frown mar her features as she studied him sharply. “Then you’re doing it wrong,” she decided, offering that clarity to him before ushering a low chuff.

He invited her then to accompany him back to the strath—allegedly where he had kids to look after him.

“I think you’re scared of introducing me to your kids,” she decided then—as if to distract him from depressing thoughts.