Duskfire Glacier lluvia

you've been travelling long? faust asked, eyes drawn to the curve of her spine, the grace still etched into her despite the missing leg. it did not make her lesser—only more tempered, like a blade hammered thin and strong.
his voice was low, tempered, touched with something close to curiosity.
he came to stand beside her at the ledge, shoulder near but never brushing. his gaze followed hers across the frozen sprawl of darukaal’s domain.
gemstone, eh? a faint smirk ghosted across his muzzle, then faded like steam. cold place to be polishing a jewel.
a beat passed. snow gusted.
but it keeps what’s ours safe. ‘specially from men who think they can take without earning.
he paused then, glancing sideways—just briefly.
you move well, even with it gone. no pity in his tone. only fact. only the acknowledgment of a survivor. how'd you lose it?