Luneshale Pass lonely bones

roan barely moved at her words, his broad shoulders rolling just enough to betray the smallest ripple of acknowledgment. his pale eyes, shadowed beneath his heavy brow, flicked to the side as if weighing her presence. silence lingered, stretching thin between them.

then, in a low, gravelly tone, he muttered, ain't that the truth.

he shifted slightly, a slow, deliberate motion that made space beside him. the gesture was subtle, unspoken, but there—an invitation of sorts, though his expression remained as unreadable as the mist curling around them.