Duskfire Glacier eyesight

she has no more words.

perhaps exhausted by trying to sound well spoken and logical. she is grateful that he wished for nearness, for her own company. better even more so that it is beneath the shining lights.

yet once she is there, laid and sprawled alongside him, it is not the sky she is looking to anymore. instead she is examining him close. this time it is not his wounded flesh that she looks for. it is the strength hidden beneath all of it, the hues that shimmer in his coat and the shine of his eyes.