Duskfire Glacier through the darkness

gjalla exhales, slow, steady, as if his promise alone can soothe the ache in her bones. she wants to believe it—clings to it like she clings to life.

“good.” a whisper, barely more than breath, but firm. her lashes flutter as exhaustion tugs at her, but she fights it, forcing herself to stay in the warmth of him a little longer. “stay,” she murmurs, softer now.