Moonsong Glacier my fingers laced to crown,

”As well as one can be, after being... hunted,” she shuddered at the realization of it, and cast a glare back to the crevasse from which they’d come. Although they’d dropped a short way, she doubted they’d be able to get back through. Especially her, with her lack of average height...

But she turned back to him, close enough to assess the sunlit... savior? Open and unaware (of how it might look), her eyes roamed along his sturdy, wavering frame. In a way, he reminded her of Drageda’s cheka, even though the two males couldn’t have been more opposite. Where the dark beheld a looming, feline grace, the gold attained a hulking, boyish charm. Nonetheless, she couldn’t deny the little part of her that was drawn to him. Dangerously, in the same manner she might be drawn to Verx; where one’s seduction came from him like a birth-language, this bright one seemed to be... unaware of his own.

Dangerous, indeed.

Instead, she merely piped, ”At least let me take a closer look? ...Please?” voice rising with the ask of permission. She came closer still, head tipped to one side, ”You may be strong, but even ze smallest wounds give cause to fall.” Until they got to somewhere more, well, chock with vegetation, the least she could do was examine him.