Permafrost Hollows I decided to play when I knew you were fire

Derg doesn't speak again for awhile, though he offers a nod. She finds the silence pleasant, relieving, but she can't help but wonder for a few beats if she'd said something wrong. Her worries are dispelled after a time, when his voice begins to fill the air again, and she eagerly soaks up the information. Before she can respond, however, she notices Derg's pause and sudden tension. She halts too and opens her mouth briefly to speak, but watching him step toward the border with his head lowered makes her think better of it. Her own gaze follows his to the treeline as she hovers a few feet behind him, but she can't see anything. Strangely, there is no fear within her as she considers the possibilities, though she cannot decide if it is because of her trust in Derg or because of something else entirely. Either way, she lingers behind him with blue eyes flicking between him and the borders, waiting for a sign that something is truly wrong.