Moonsong Glacier the place I want to be is somewhere in your heart

Although it felt comforting to know that he would listen, she did not want to condemn Ariadne's spirit more without hearing her friend's side of the story. The red woman must have had her reasons, no? "Thank you," she ended up saying, a heartfelt smile playing upon her lips. "That means more than you would know."

To be seen and to be heard; it was not something she was used to particularly. But, now that Morningsong was her home, she hoped her opinions would be validated by more than just Dutch.

Her gaze was curious, tracing the lines of his face as he revealed his heart name. He had only ever been Dutch to her. "Arjun," repeating the word until it felt familiar on her tongue. "It is a powerful name." For a powerful man. She would use it if he wished, though some part of her felt it was sacred - private - and was reluctant.

It suited him, however, Ulloriaq found herself hung up on something else he had said. She was tentative, as if knowing she could be reading too much between the lines, yet she itched to know what he was thinking. "Do you see me as family, Dutch?"