Nocturne Summit the spine can't decide between the earth and the sky

Setting his hunger aside, the last leg of the trip down the ridge is made in comfortable silence. She doesn’t point out landmarks or significant location, either because she does not feel the desire to or there’s something nothing to note. Occasionally, he moves to catch her gaze to indicate her motive but his curiosity does not linger long. At least, not until they get to the base of the ridge and the ground levels out. On the other side of the plain is the skyline of the mountain—her home, he assumes—and he stares out ahead, slowing to a stop.
 
Whether she continues homeward or lingers behind, Atlantis does not follow after her but a neutral stance and slight smile remains should she hang around a little while longer.