Duskfire Glacier light guides nothing

jóra hummed, low and thoughtful. his name was given, short and clipped, and she filed it away without ceremony. faust. a name like a blade—sharp, efficient. vaguely familiar, if she thought hard enough. she supposed it suited him.

"close enough," she answered, offering nothing more unless he inquired further. it wasn't all that significant. her gaze flicked to the carcass, to the way his body angled between her and it, protective—possessive. a hunter guarding his spoils.

"i don’t make a habit of sniffing around another’s meal," she said, voice even, edged with quiet amusement. "but i do like to know who shares the land i walk."

she met his gaze, unwavering. "i suppose now i do," a pause, considering.