Duskfire Glacier You see that guy? Super weird

His brows parted as the lids covering tawny eyes lift in surprise, Imaqs words drew the air from his lungs. The urge to cough bubbled to the back of his throat and popped, tickling him. Rye swallowed thickly and, partially, recovered with a frail smile. Only this ivory woman could make him stammer and fluster wildly and all for a silly reason too. He adored the she-dog, the mystic she carried with her at all times was like a lure in a lake. She had him hook, line and sinker. If he knew, Rye wouldn't care about curses or hexes, it was too late. He already saw the nature of his shining star in the nights sky and that was all that mattered to him. He didn't see a witch, he saw a gracious woman whom seemingly had infinite beauty to offer. The man revered her. She was simply brilliant.

"I would, uh, have to say I reciprocate the same." He confesses. Though Rye realizes the words he used may not be known to Imaq and reiterates them again, differently. "What I mean is, it's a joy to have you around." His voice wasn't the strong vocal it normally was but it wasn't weak either. It laid somewhere in the middle, between genuine and nervous. Finally, he said what he felt. Relief poured from his lips in the form of a sigh, his shoulders letting down from their tight tension. Although his head still felt tangled, there was reprieve in expressing his feelings to Imaq directly. It wasn't too grand of admittance but every little bit still mattered. Their future, though uncertain, held some promises of good things to come.