Starglow Basin basura

Saya smiles at him, a slow, almost lazy curve of her lips that feels like the brush of silk. She leans closer, her eyes glittering with a mixture of warmth and wonder. A task for her? Saya doesn't remember the last time she's had to do anything. It's exciting to have a task for herself. 

Lo que quieras, Soto, she murmurs, voice soft and honeyed, as though coaxing him to reveal secrets he'd never let slip in the cold light of day. Estoy aquí para servir a Verapaz.