Duskfire Glacier handful

her own lips curl softly, humored and warmed equally.

maybe. the simple word is accompanied by a shrug. you live. i'm not healer. did he see her line of thinking? perhaps it was by his instructions and the cooling environment, but she cannot help the wondering thought.

divine, somehow.

yet she does not say more than that.

instead she moves again and is searching around the cavern. anything that might show promise or use will be good enough.

anything to keep her from fretting over him endlessly.