Dahozhoni Meadow Darling Danger

"Alright," Dwin nodded. Him telling her that he had no loved ones, made her briefly raise eyebrows in surprise and then she let it pass. She did not know much about him, but from the scraps of veiled facts he had revealed about himself, she had conjured an image of a devil incarnate. Yet - one thing was such a person living inside a story. It was completely different thing to experience reality. Or miss that experience altogether. She could not help but pity him just a little bit. Or rather that nearly imperceptible dot of light in that dark heart of his. 

"Isn't it so that you should more fear life unlived?" Dwin asked. During idle musings she too did not fear death. Neither as a being, nor as a concept. Yet there had been some situations - especially during larger hunts - where it had come close and the unwillingness to let go of the life she had had been very strong. "What do you want to be remembered by? What stories you want people to tell about you?" she asked.