Duskfire Glacier [m] born with other names

she existed in a new liminal space; melting in to the earth, but he was here beside her, and awake, while her skin thrummed and the sky shifted with the white of clouds. it was better here than in the earth, she thought—then he spoke and mentioned a den, and she might have rolled her eyes, sulukinak wasn't exactly paying attention to the minutae.
men would want her? good; she had come looking. the whole reason for her being within darukaal was to find what blackfell, and now faust, had given her. if more came what would she care? this was the magic her mother had left her.
sulukinak says nothing.
the man does not sleep, he does not leave; she does not mind his preening at first, but the constant fluttering of his movements as he tends to her gradually scratch away at her patience. she pulls away and out of his arms, looking back to him over the other shoulder now—like before, but without the desire.
you would kill for me? it felt like a lie. why should he say that? she was a stray woman he had found barely a week prior, he knew nothing of her origin, he knew nothing of the everdark; her approach of the chieftain in the first place had been dramatic and a cause for upset, at least to the other woman.
she wondered if her own father had made this pledge, or like all the other hungry men, took what he wanted and left. too much was on her mind, and as she grappled with the cacophony of thoughts sulukinak wanted only to be away.