Duskfire Glacier vashkorr

faust shrugged, watching her with that same unreadable expression, though something flickered behind his green eyes—an acknowledgment of the weight of her question.
i would not force it, he said, voice rough, simple. his shoulders rolled, an absent gesture. like many of my family would.
that was the truth of it. his people bred for legacy, for power, for lineage that stretched long and strong through generations. but he? he had no interest in that. not in taking more than he wanted, and certainly not in forcing anything that wasn’t freely given. he threatened ayovi once, for his gifts to her, but when it came down to it— that moment.
his gaze flicked to her, assessing. do you? he countered, nudging a scrap of meat toward her when she slowed her chewing. she had her own ideas about the world, about what she wanted, and faust—he was still trying to figure out where he fit in that picture.