Stavanger Bay anymore

dalia gave a gentle chuff as he spat a vulgar (as if velen knew anything else) insult on firefly's name. he began to pace before her, leaving dalia to sit calmly before him and wait patiently for him to sort out what he was thinking. it did not take long. her ears pricked when he spoke, pressed forwards against her crown as she anticipated what he was getting at. 

"i asked him," dalia began, falling into a pause as she awaited a reaction from her mate, "she told me he didn't care. that our lives were not his to meddle with. that they would not be harmed." but even as she spoke such definite words, herr voice wavered, and her expression betrayed the doubt she felt. knowing how unconvincing she sounded, dalia rocked her head back and forth on her shoulders, released a gentle sigh, and said, "i don't know if he told me the truth." 

a playful smile, trying to lighten the tension, played across her lips. "i've been told i'm rather naive," she quipped, best she could. she was unsure if it would help in the moment or not, though. she moved on. 

"where would i go?"