Dahozhoni Meadow seaborne

when he spoke of her nature, she couldn't help but interject; how could you know? yet there was a good-humored quirk to her lips as she said it. and besides —

two is better than one, i'll admit, though i've never known a life untouched by decay. our own hunts only feed the cycle, no? not that we ought to feel guilty; we'll all be leftovers in the end.

nausicaä rose, nudging the skeleton as if to emphasize her point.

but perhaps we'll make the best of it, you and i. it's not as if i've anywhere better to be. her gaze found him, steady and without judgment. did you have something in mind?