Chimera Fields All the fear and the fire

The wounds were worsened, opened more when Cole made his inquiry. An ear had turned toward him before her head raised to regard him. 

Fyrir Mána. The words rolled smoother off her tongue than any common word she had spoken. 

She shrugged a shoulder when he asked if it was a prayer. 

Sometimes it is. It's more... þula—I don't know the common word for it. Her gaze shifted away in thought. It's more a habit than anything, now. A thing to say when the feeling moves me.

Her hears splayed a little as she regarded Cole again. 

I don't think I explained it well.