Morningside Cuesta unbound

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The woman continued her pace, dissecting his words, her ebony-tipped ears twitching as his lowered voice vibrated through the frigid air between them. He was carved by a past, one that remained enshrouded in mist. But to her, one thing seemed clear:
"You've already decided."
The words came as blunt as they were light. She could not see how the wraith could trek so closely-- a wisp from true touch-- otherwise. His admittance did not come as a shock to her, no. But the confirmation warped into something far more chilling than she had anticipated.
Gently, the calloused hands of memory reached to wrap around her throat. And, for the first time in moons, Siofra felt...humility. A humility that had nearly been laid to rest by time and many lonesome nights. ...Nearly.
He sought her, unaware of the irreparable stain which loomed above her image. A past that she refused to reface. Hidden by her secrecy.
And, between the two of them, it was her whose iron composure cracked first. A tremor in her breath that could have passed for cold. At last, Siofra turned her head to gaze upon the man's silvered face, her gait faltering as she stepped aside from his flank. 
If she harbored any ounce of respect for him, let it be known...  "I need you to understand," she spoke, a grit now present in her hushed tone-- barely detectable. "My side will bring you nothing but dishonor, Astier." And she did not elaborate further.
He claimed he did not chase for the sake of the hunt. But to a woman whose lineage was gilded by pride and servitude, dishonor was something far worse than caving to beastly desires.