Firefly Glen because you feel like a heartbeat

Still and silent she becomes, as if this could save her. Old habits do die hard, even if they've failed in every past lifetime. 

A tinny ringing echoes in her ears: the sound of rocks bouncing off ice, or glass singing musically. A quiver has taken hold of her, unsuppressable, as if she might splinter into a thousand tiny shards. As if tiny fractures are cracking all over her skin, the agony of repressed trauma threatening to tear her apart, from the inside out. 

She feels like the word shatter.

It takes a moment for his words to register, distant and hollow in her ears. Numbly, she nods, muted as vague relief soothes the drumming of her heart. 

Her tongue rasps against her chops anxiously as she nods again, giving the sythr permission to call her such. Awenfen's attention is drawn to him, gaze flickering uncertainly to him but not quite meeting amber as he stretches his vast length along the ground. 

At his inquiry, dread leadens her and her gaze shutters - terror of the consequences raising her guard. Only Reiko knew, only Reiko could know. She couldn't bear the thought of his pity, or worse his rage - suppose Dredguild did send a party after her, suppose he tried to confront the wyvern's captor. 

"Non..non," the girl stuttered wispily, forgetting for a moment, words mistakenly lilted in the harsh tongue of the winterlands. 

"I am, I'm fine," she tried to murmur convincingly, attempting to compose herself. 

"I shoul' fin' 'erbs, fer yer woun'," she whispered, bending somewhat shakily to gather up the rabbit hide.