Dragoncrest Cliffs time isn't real, nothing is real, avocados are half off

quiet for once, blix follows easily, her eyes trained on furi as she leads. if she were to try and find this place again on her own she probably couldn't, too enraptured by how her friend looks in the moonlight, too distracted by that troubling limp even if she knows it will likely heal on its own. it's only when mallaidh begins to speak that the commander finally notices where they are, her gaze breaking to look around them. "i've never seen this," she admits, following her invitation inside the makeshift den space. it's different from the caverns, not less comfortable, just different, and she spends a few minutes shifting until she finds a nice way to curl up, pressed close to her friend but still able to watch her, as much of her as she can make out in the dark. "how often do you come out here?" blix asks, curious if this is where furi and rose shacked up after her and blix's first falling out -- wondering why she doesn't feel the same pang of jealousy she usually does when thinking about them together.