Duskfire Glacier eyesight

she listens to him, but her head is tilted up. eyes half-lidded as if she grew tired. instead it is only to split her focus between the lights and his rumbling voice.

she seems to be some kind of oddity or rarity to him.

the only one who would heal him, the only one that thought he deserved the life he carried in his lungs.

i have no reason to think you should be dead. and although humor lingered still at the edges of her voice there is something serious within her too. there is more use in you than food and names.

he is more than just useful — she did not give the illusion of such, though. content to pretend to wish him at only arms length.

even though she had most certainly said he might be hers.

suddenly she hoped he did not remember such through the haze of pain.