Nova Peak The rhythm of a beating, braver heart.

His own worries of uprooting once more planted the same within her, and she hummed to herself in dark contemplation. As an Ostrega who once lived to wander, there had been no sorrow in her to leave the spires behind. In fact, despite the circumstances that forced Sagtannet's relocation, Nyx rather appreciated the chance to roam again. It bothered her that Ciri and Elke were affected by the loss of their birthplace, but they were strong girls and she was confident that they would adapt.

Quiet, then. A silence that was edging on uncomfortable, though it heightened considerably when Mahler chose to speak. The tawny wolfess pricked her lobes in surprise, blinked his way to find amethyst eyes averted, and though she parted her jaws no answer came. After a pause of hesitation, Nyx too cast her gaze away to stare emptily out over the midnight scene before them.

"Sometimes," she admitted, "I miss where I came from: my mother, my sisters, my brother. Other times," she hesitated, dared to glance Mahler's way again, and wondered if he'd regretted asking such a question, "I just miss you."