Redhawk Caldera she is fierce want, blazing ambition

Hotah huffed out a quiet laugh, the sound low in his chest as he angled a look her way. The grief was still there, heavy as ever, but her words cut a clean line through it.

He lifted a brow, mouth tugging into a crooked, exhausted half-smile.

-What, I’ve got you?- he said, voice rough but teasing at the edges.

The corner of his mouth twitched again, a soft, warm ripple of humor despite everything weighing them down.

His eyes softened, though—really softened—as he watched her, the fog haloing around them.

-Maybe you’re right,- he murmured, quieter, sincerity threading through the strained amusement. -Maybe I’m not as alone as I keep thinking.-