Sly Fox Sand Dunes skull and crossbones

had soto sent her to check up on the traveling castel? sure. had she any intention of heckling him upon his quest, like a dogged parent at their wayward child's heels?

not in the slightest.

so it was to her amusement, surprise, and slight affront that he came in hot, sending the sand flying upon his abrupt stop and barking words her way. she caught che, at least, and furrowed her brow.

excuse me? fiamma asked, though there was no real question in her tone, only reproach. she lifted her chin and met his gimlet stare with one of her own. soto sent me. wanted to make sure you were well.

she turned with a roll of her glacier-cold eyes, adding, clearly, you're fine.