Bearclaw Valley make the water rise

He exhaled once she settled. Against his side, it felt natural. It's been quiet, he mused, the weight of the words settling between them. I could get used to it. There was something about the stillness that felt foreign but welcome, like a reprieve from the constant motion of the world.
His eyes flickered to her, assessing, always searching. How's Anatolia? Voice steady, but there was something softer there, genuine, that was only prodded by her daughter. And you? He shifted, turning enough to take her in fully, looking for anything out of place, anything unsaid.