Hideaway Strath in death's shadow

Qvasir's gaze lingered on her, thoughtful and steady, as he absorbed her words. Mictec’s sudden fire, the way her determination lit up her expression—it was a force that demanded acknowledgment, respect. He found himself admiring her resolve, the way she spoke of building a place that deserved her.

It reminded him of something he once yearned for.

After a beat, he nodded, his tone even but carrying a hint of something deeper, almost begrudging amusement at himself for considering her offer. I’ll take you up on that, he said simply, as though it were an obvious choice.

There was a pause, not heavy but reflective. His gaze flicked briefly to the horizon, then back to her, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Let’s see if you can make good on those words, Mictec.

It was the closest thing to a challenge he would give her—an unspoken agreement that he would follow, at least for now.