Stavanger Bay xxxvii. you've got a beautiful brain

He seemed almost surprised to come to the realization, as if he hadn’t considered it before her question. The deerskin agouti found her evergreen gaze lingering on the sharp, dark edges of his damp coat — wondering what the former leader had been through, as she had once wondered after his aunt. It was not her place to pry, however, knowing well she had her own secrets.

Rather than pester Antares with the discomfort of sympathy or provoke him with pity, she smiled easily at the way he described it. “‘Meet the sea.’ I like that.”

”Like what?” She asked curiously, uncertain if she would get a chance to explore the terrain thoroughly. It seemed rude to go traipsing about now that she knew it was Antares’ home. Hopefully, she could at least hear about it secondhand.