Stavanger Bay Smoking Embers

hoarfrost flicked up to meet the wintry sky of andr's gaze at his reassurance before defaulting to confusion again -- volleying between the two as they parried words, only some of which she could recognize.

safe.

she clung to that singular lifeline, glancing between the two as if to determine if it were valid. 

a dull ache formed behind her eyes, surprise flitting across her features briefly. 

andr was the friend. the one fleurette had spoken of in the cave. 

"andr, fleur, friend?" she rasped the words hesitantly, as if reluctant to break into whatever heated conversation was taking place over her head, muzzle gesturing between the two.

her stance relaxed somewhat, though she wasn't entirely sure her assumption was true. 

And she was even less sure that anger was still not imminent.