Jade Fern Grove They call it creeping, I say loving,

She looked to them with emotion that had yet to surface until now. Her eyes were glossed over by a thin veil of tears. The confidence her voice usually carried now buckled beneath its own weight. Her comrade was to blame.

Oh? Gossamer leaned forward with a raised brow. Hunst didn't seem like the type of man to be rattled so easily. Then again they hadn't the slightest idea of what would and wouldn't make him tick. That man was damn near unreadable, as soldiers tend to be.

How’d you manage that?