Duskfire Glacier we're timeless

faust moves without hesitation, closing the space between them with the quiet confidence of a man who knows his place at her side, even when she does not want him there.
he does not answer her immediately. instead, he lowers his head, pressing his nose into the thick ruff of her neck, his warmth bleeding into her tense frame. it is a silent gesture, an offering, an apology without words.
when he speaks, it is low, rough, edged with something softer only she is allowed to see.
you are angry with me.
it is not a question. he can see it in the way she holds herself, the way she watches from a distance, her mind wrapped in thoughts he cannot yet unravel. but he does not pull away, does not let her slip too far from his grasp.
tell me.