Bearclaw Valley drowning

When he called her 'sis', it was strange. She had never been called sister; the dark Thief had never spoken, and the pale ghost herself had never considered herself a sister. The word felt foreign to her, though her face remained unmoving. She canted her head as he said he would find something and take its skin off. A peculiar occupation, for it was chaotic and destructive as well as meticulous and detailed. It interested her, though she did not move to join him.

Instead, wordlessly and hearing their whispers already ready to swallowed her back up, she vanished deeper into the territory.

i'll fade, ty <3