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

She watches with wide eyes, catching a glimpse of the fox only a moment after Derg sees it. Her gaze flits to him as he begins to growl, and she's slightly surprised to note that the man is rather intimidating when he wants to be. She ought to have expected it, she thinks, but perhaps she'd just never considered what Derg is like beyond their own interactions. Her eyes drift back to the fox just in time to watch it flee, head tilting slightly.
When she glances back to Derg again, he's rising and muttering about the fox. A faint smile tugs at her own features in response to his grin, and a pleasant warmth settles comfortably in her chest. She feels safe with him in a way she has only ever felt with her family — and though nothing can quite fill the void left by her separation from them, this helps. Just a little. She follows him without hesitation as he begins to move again, shaking her head slightly at his question. I might have more questions later, She decides to answer honestly, adding a beat later because she can never risk stepping on toes: If that's okay with you.