Luneshale Pass lonely bones

Maeve’s gaze flickered briefly toward him at the sound of his name, tipping her chin to watch him. She didn’t need to ask for more—he’d offered something, however small. It was enough.

The way he gave his name told her everything she needed to know—no grand introductions, no expectations. Just... this. The simplicity of it. “Maeve,” she replied.

She allowed the name to sit between them, the silence thickening once more. She felt the tension in his muscles, but it wasn’t a wall. More like the quiet weight of a decision not yet made.

After a long moment, the woman settled her haunches to the earth to sit, grounded at his side. A fleeting glance his way, but she kept her distance—just enough to show she wasn’t intruding, but that she was still there, as constant as the earth beneath them.  "S' good to meet you, Roan." she said.