Sunbeam Lair seorsum

She had her fill—her eyes raking over the pheasant that still half remained, and she nudged it toward him, eyes snaking up the side of the lair walls, noting fully the storm had fully passed. His words were becoming more closed off once more—it did not surprise her. Germanicus was a man who did not share often, and so the deeper parts of his life that he had? She was beginning to suspect that not many others had learned so much of the man.

He would return to a soldiers life even still—the question to ask why pressing to her lips, but not passing. He nor Reyson seemed content with the idea of it—simply resolved. Perhaps seeking the comfort in what they knew.

“It’s fortunate you called for me tonight,” she decided, stretching lightly, eyes lighting upon him. “I would have been a wreck in this storm at home.” Alone.