Sunset Valley he stole her youth

silatuyok's ears flicked at the sound of his voice. she stood still for a moment, the weight of his presence pressing in from all sides. she swallowed, the cool air sharp in her throat, and took a small step forward. her voice came in a low hum, the words foreign on her tongue.
nɨmɨ, she said, her accent thick, unsure but at least respectful. her eyes studied him cautiously—his size, his scent, the weight of something heavy in his presence.
there was a moment of silence before she added, you... lost? the question was gentle, her eyes flickering between him and the empty space around them, a soft invitation for more words.