Duskfire Glacier guard

faust blinked at her admission, the quiet weight of her words settling between them like the hush of snowfall. me too.
he should have expected it. satori had that same look in her eyes, the one that came with knowing things most did not, with carrying burdens that never quite settled.
he did not press her, just as she did not press him. instead, he watched her eat, the steady rhythm of her movements grounding in a way he didn’t expect.
they ever go away? he asked finally, voice low, almost thoughtful. it wasn't a question he often voiced aloud, but satori had a way of making him ask things he normally wouldn’t.