Duskfire Glacier handful

good. taiga is good, he murmured, voice rough with weariness but steady enough. his gaze swept over the cavern, taking in the makeshift sanctuary she had claimed for them. it would do. it had to.

yellow flower, marrow. he shifted, grimacing slightly as pain lanced through his side. the bleeding had slowed but not enough. stops bleeding. find it.

his eyes met hers, something softer lingering there for a fleeting moment. you... done well. but need that flower. quick.