Duskfire Glacier the pines, the beasts, the frost

one of faust's.

lousine wrestled the urge to persecute her and ask what do you mean by that? it was a horrible conclusion to jump to, and she felt deranged for so much as thinking it as soon as the wave of jealousy ebbed away. she maintained her composure, chortling out an oh, yes! in response instead.

i'm his... well, i don't really know what we are, she shrugged her shoulders. courtship partner? girlfriend? not-girlfriend? fiance? the question rolled around in her head a number of times. it didn't matter...

right?

lousine let out an awkward laugh, averting her gaze to her paws. i assume you mean... friend of his?