Black Morass cus i’m heartless

elowen’s breath caught as the woman stepped closer, her gaze heavy, nearly suffocating in its intensity. the woman’s focus landed on her, unwaveringly, and her instincts screamed to retreat. but instead, she stiffened, forcing her paws to remain rooted in place.

her mouth opened slightly, a soft breath escaping, but no words. not yet. she wasn’t sure what she had expected—cold dismissal, perhaps, or disinterest—but the smile curling at the corners of the woman's lips disarmed her. it wasn’t warmth she saw there, not really, but something else.

still, politeness took over. "yes," she murmured softly with the nod of her head. "—the swamp has its challenges, but we managed well enough."

her gaze flicked momentarily to lorcan. would he speak? or would he let her stumble her way through this? perhaps he should—it would be good for her.