Moonstone Quarry The ground walked here is a wonder

sólhárr exhaled sharply through his nose—almost a laugh, if not for the way it caught in his chest and rumbled there like stone caught in a river.

gods, he muttered, voice thick with dry amusement, you’re relentless.

his ears tilted back as she blew across the wound, and though his body tensed from the sting of her herbs, he did not flinch. instead, he turned his eye toward her—watchful, quiet.

warm.

a liver treat? he drawled, brow lifting just slightly. you think i can be bought so easy?

but the joke hung close to something gentler. something almost tender.

you’d lose that fight, he added after a pause, a smirk tugging faint at the corner of his mouth. the other one. whoever she is. the sassier she is, the worse you’d get it.

he lowered his head slightly, allowing her better access to the wound. the gesture, like everything he gave, was silent. understated.