Duskfire Glacier i'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate

Her flesh burned even as she composed her facial expressions. His gaze was curious and yet still it grazed over her like hawk talons. Calm, she reminded herself.

Then there is a familiar gesture. One she and Sega had exchanged when they introduced one another.

His name would be rough on her tongue, she knows it. Clumsy and childish. Yet the sound is committed to memory. She did not know she answered his question when she raised her own paw, tapped near her chest —

Svana. Came her carefully placed greeting. Not bursting with warmth but as if the ice had begun to melt. If Sega trusted this man's company, then she would as well.

Carefully, she moved after the blond man. Eyes trained to look for others who might emerge into this meeting as well — or signs worth remembering if they ever returned.