Duskfire Glacier ever since i was a kid,

kaelith. the boy is here? her lips purse—this war was no place for a gentle-hearted fool. ice-laden heart thaws for a beat just at the thought. "he is here?" she inquired with a soft hum. "and you worry for him." though how couldn't he? his brother was not a fighter; he wouldn't last long in a war, less held close by faust and the others. 

she wouldn't let a hair on his back be as much ruffled; a fool or not, the gentle boy had a place in her heart, just as faust and blackfell. 

girls who think they're broken. she huffs then, feigning indignance. she would disagree; but she would not lie to him. those cracks were hidden behind the veil of her fire; but he'd always seen through it, hadn't he? it used to bother her. but now...she's grateful for it. he sees her in a way she cannot see herself. a woman not broken by her past, just a woman scarred...

"you are carving your legacy as you speak, faust. darukaal's legacy. you have to believe it will last against time. believe that you have left a piece of yourself in not just this awful glacier," she mused. "but everyone that stands upon it."

she leans against his warmth, his strength. allows herself this comfort for just the night, for she'd become far too greedy for it if it lasted any longer. 

"besides...you're too stubborn of a bastard to be forgotten so easily." she smiled.