Permafrost Hollows kementári

It wasn't mockery. Wasn't pity. The words that left his lips were genuine, and while she couldn't quite accept it wholly as it came, she respected it no less.  "It is but a fragment of what it once was," Siofra murmured calmly, rising upright. The sound of rotating stones beneath her feet echoed gently throughout the depths.

The wraith accepted her invitation, and something eased. It was caught within the web of her gaze. She would not let the dark steal any details. Fully brushed by moonlight, the wintery figure now carried a new sense of familiarity. Quiet and unwavering. Siofra had tried to weave answers using hints within their conversation...only to fall short. If she could not provoke admittance, she herself would sacrifice preservation and pull it out. The woman ducked into the light, her steps steady.

Alert, she approached him, head tilted in thought. Tell me… "...Do you trust me, Astier?" Siofra halted a few paces away, her voice rolling though the night. Aggression and judgement did not stain her words. It bordered light fascination.  "I could be here with ill intent, giving you nothing but lies to mask a motive." her brow raised.

"...Why let me stay?”