Ouroboros Spine how can i believe when this cloud hangs over me

silvered eyes watched him with amusement; she'd thought herself as one that was easily overlooked. apparently not.

"yeah," she fought the laugh that swarmed its way up her throat, opting for a sweet smile instead. "you're peregrine?"

galana made herself comfortable, sitting almost in front of him. awkward spot for a conversation, yes, but there were times all social awareness made its exit with her.

"moonglow treating you well?" she wanted to ask if she was interrupting anything, but she did not want this conversation to end so soon!

her selfishness was reflected with an exaggeratedly wagging tail. they'd arrived to the spine around the time, weak and recovering, mind and body. in the short pause she'd thought on it, how both of their healing was reflected in truthful smiles and a working build on their bones. he would be okay and so would she. what an odd way things had turned out.