Duskfire Glacier marrok

of course i do, lousine answered matter-of-factly. would i be here right next to you if i didn't?

she wondered if she was the first woman to tell him that and truly mean it.

it reminded her of satori, of the strange exchange they'd had the other day, and it made something flutter in her stomach. something dark. something selfish.

lousine's expression fell somewhat at the mention of the familiar name. i met satori. she said she was a friend of yours. she seemed... fond of you.

her tone wasn't accusatory, but resolute. questioning an underlying thing that she was unsure if faust would pick up on. for there was this sensitive, raw-scrubbed part of her that yearned for him incessantly; for better or for worse.