'cause i'm through, when the two

Y'var'la · Yesterday, 02:10 AM

Rökkur’s words carried a weight, his tone underscored by something unspoken but unmistakably genuine. Y’var’la’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and discerning, as though she were weighing the truth of his statement against her own experiences.

For a moment, silence stretched between them, the bubbling of the pools the only sound filling the space. She didn’t reply immediately, allowing his words to settle."Perhaps you’re right," she admitted, though there was a guardedness in her tone, a reluctance to fully concede. Her smirk returned, faint but not without warmth.

Rökkur’s suggestion pulled her attention back, and she studied him for a moment longer, trying to read between the lines of his brusque declaration. He was restless, she thought—though whether it was the cold creeping in or something deeper gnawing at him, she could not say.

"Very well," she said, her smirk curling into something sly. "Far be it from me to keep you from duty... or from your den." There was a teasing lilt to her voice, though she was quick to follow him.

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