Silver Moraine And the cracks in my hips

Calfuray was quiet as Rala took her exit, her expression holding neutral. Only when the snow-coated woman turned from her would she allow her expression to turn solemn.

Admittedly she would miss the woman, though they had only shared a night together. She allowed a quiet sigh to escape her as she left.

Calfuray did not share Rala's confidence that they would meet again. Her previous home made no such promises.