Morningside Cuesta unbound

She had no particular destination in mind, only a desire to move forward. The wraith fell into place alongside her, but the scent that had once been an echo among the treeline now seemed almost...suffocating.
His proximity was provoking. Deliberate. A thread of tension was stretched within her, pulled taut by the daring intimacy. But she did not crack. The composure she wore was not a mask; it was engraved. And while she otherwise would have reestablished distance, his presence brought a warmth-- one that she would not deny. 
"Chasing the tracks of a nameless," Siofra chuffed, her brow lifting as her voice dropped to a hush. "Your pastimes amuse me. Perhaps the 'bear' would have led you to food. Water."
The chill of silvered eyes upon her was felt, but she did not meet them. Her look remained fixed on the haze beyond, lost in thought. "...But you seem to favor the shadows and solitude. I wonder, Astier..."
Only then did the woman's gaze shift to him. Sharp from the corner of her vision, but not cold. Curious.
"...What it is that you seek."
The vagueness to her words was calculated. A probe at his motives, but not meant to ensnare. Whether they entangled her, or something greater...she awaited his interpretation with a ghostly silence.