Dawnlark Plains tender like a dove

watched him carefully, her eyes flicking to the glacier before she turned back to him, her expression soft but serious. she was not yet comfortable with the idea of home—but the glacier was familiar, it was unyielding. it was everything she had known since her birth, and that sense of permanence held a certain pull.
is... home? she asked again, the question lingering on her breath, her voice quieter this time, almost unsure. she looked out at the vast, white landscape, the snow swirling in the distance, feeling the weight of it settle in her chest. this place... it was her life. but it had no warmth, no fire beyond the cold. and so she sought warmth in him now.
as kaelith spoke her name, she tilted her head slightly, listening intently, her body still. the rhythm of his words, the careful pacing, settled into her bones. something inside her softened with each attempt, something that had long been frozen under layers of mistrust.
kae-lith, she repeated, her voice rough with the unfamiliarity of it, but she mirrored him, careful. she felt it in her chest, the sound vibrating like a new discovery.
and then, when he spoke her name, the warmth of it settled in the air between them. silatuyok. her name, said gently, not as a question but as a gift. something shared.