Moonstone Quarry The bear that keeps to his own line

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solharr chuckled softly, the sound low and unforced, a rare moment of warmth breaking through his stoic demeanor. he watched her, his expression still unreadable, but the glint in his single eye spoke volumes.

you wear it well, he said, his voice dry, but there was something fond in it. he took a step closer, his presence steady, his gaze softening as he observed her attempt to clean herself.

better to stain your face than your pride, he mused, a flicker of humor touching his features. you’ve got the spirit, fleur. i’ll give you that.

he paused, his gaze shifting to the carcass, before meeting her eyes once more, a more serious note seeping back into his tone. focus now. there’s work to be done.