Herbalists' Cache hold my cup

star eater’s gaze flicked downward, settling on the fox’s lifeless body. then, slowly, she lifted her eyes to him.
what do gjalla and veksar think of this? you, staying.
her voice was quiet, unreadable, but there was weight beneath it. blackfell had always been many things—warrior, shadow, hers—but never careless.
her pale eyes lingered on him, searching, before they narrowed slightly.
where is veksar?
a simple question, but not without meaning. not without suspicion.