Qeya River Clover leaves and dandelions

there were depths to ksura she did not understand. and perhaps she was not meant to understand. unwinding a man required the breadth of breast and warmth that silvertongue could not muster for anyone these days save for wren. also, the bonds of monogamous matrimony warmly bound her now, and she had been grateful for them. it did not mean her gaze appreciated ksura any less, but she did not dwell on this as he reacted to his own memory. "we are safer here. i do not think things will be so easy, but — when we are together, there is less lost." her voice was solemn, reflecting the moment she had caught in the man's eyes. "would you like to speak about it, ksura? it is easy for me to listen."