Qeya River black swift

"that is generous," she huffs the start of a laugh, a grin playing at the edges of her mouth but never fully forming, and yet, there’s something in her eyes that mars the truth of her words.

at his next words, she watches him closer. the stiffness in his jaw, the weight behind his admittance. it means something to him, but she doesn’t pretend to understand what.

his question makes her gaze sharpen. her ear flicks, a subtle tick of irritation, not at the inquiry itself, but at what it implies. were they planning something without her knowledge?

then, she huffs, tilting her head ever so slightly. considering. "if you are his," she finally says, "then you are mine by proxy. and i do not abandon what is mine." it is not a promise of allegiance, not in the way he might have been hoping for, but it is something.