Moonsong Glacier never bothered me much

she is content to wait alongside the anchored figure of her husband as they wait for the chief to join them. the silence does not bother her, and she takes the wordless moments to soak in the sight of the glacier she'd hope they would get to collectively call home together.

she stirs only when dutch approaches, offering a quick nod to the man as a greeting. a question rings out to the air, and is answered in swift succession. a smile draws it's way to the edge of her lips as she moves to brush her shoulder against arktos' in silent confirmation to his statement.

husband of nephele. oh how she liked the way that sounded from his lips.

absinthe gaze falls to dutch with pointed interest. she wonders if the chief might ask the same questions that had been presented to her when joining, and if so, if any could be answered given the state of her husband's memories.

she opts to remain silent for now, though her eyes speak of muted support for the man she stands beside.