Chimera Fields My mother told me

He leaned with the space she took, bending away like a tree weathering a storm, then sweeping back. Galen watched her, searching for something he couldn't understand. He took her apology at face value, the harsh tinge to his face abating. It changed then, warming back to something like a distant dawn. 

Luhtar.. he's trusted? Galen asked, tilting his head, then paused, as if he had bitten his tongue. He was quick to continue, Not that he shouldn't be- I...

Galen's chin tipped toward his chest as the strange lady stood before him, all of her features in new startling clarity. Her peerless gaze was one that made him decidedly nervous, his body still drawing back on his paws as if she were some horror set to devour him. His answer came readily enough, steady but unnerved, My own. Nothing to change his.

His comical skittishness settled, his tongue wetting his nose as he thought it over some. He talked about Forneskja.