Wapun Meadow salt

sorry for the wait on this!  irl whump after irl whump....

the thief continued to tear down the walls she'd so eagerly built against what she still considered the outside world.

she enjoyed his presence and his queer vocalizing, more than anything she was overjoyed to learn that he was not broken; his song had not been stolen from him as she had believed and she had even been able to coax it from him.

she froze alongside him as he spoke to her.  she had no way to differentiate between common and foriegn tongues, so she repeated his hain, with a questioning tone.