Blacktail Deer Plateau i'll make a cup of coffee for your head

Eventually—not quite begrudgingly—she had stopped being mad at @Reyson and instead let him be perfectly doting on their little journey to the plateau.

And oh, she felt herself guarded. Recalling haunting green eyes—Solpallur’s intense stare. Hurting again was the last thing on her list of things to do.

And oh, how she had to push certain thoughts of a clean-cut soldier away—a solid man who invoked emotion and fire within her—a pointless endeavor, given his own carefully placed walls and mantle.

“Here,” she spoke, tilting her head back to look at the towering man as he glided closer. “Is there anything I should avoid speaking of, before I call?”