Larksong Grotto deep down, you know that we are the same

She merely watched, observing the woman in black and the scars scattered across her body. She listened as well — not only to the mortals, but to the whispers of the gods that came to fill her mind.

Og alt, hvad du fandt, var væggene i dette sted og en hekss irriterende latter, she had scoffed. Kulden, derimod — den har du. she added, her tail swaying behind her in a slow, serpentine rhythm.

The witch's eyes had closed for a brief moment, just long enough to draw in a deep breath through her nose before settling herself before the tall woman.

Ikke alle dine ar er blevet plejet, she remarked, placing her forepaws against the woman's chest to lift herself up to eye level. She studied, she dissected, she encroached ever further. With no hint of gentleness, Aspa placed a paw upon the woman's snout, nudging her head downward ever so slightly.

Dit sind, she murmured, offering no further explanation.