Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

They talk; they exchange words in that tongue she hardly knows.

Suddenly an outsider to an encounter that she had started. Suddenly the dreadful feeling of having not learned more of the common tongue — and having not put more effort into knowing Sega's own. Then she could have at least uttered secrets to him between the men's speaking.

She allowed herself the openness of gazing upon her blond company for a moment. Then her gaze was sliding along his jawline to look over at the hulking man. It is hard to fathom someone so large, so whittled by mountain stone.

Before she had even realized it, she had pressed herself firmer into Sega.

Tuka-vaa, She whispered softly.

A reminder that they were in this together. Even if she knew he did not need her to handle...this. Whatever this was.