[She wasn't sure how, but somehow she'd suspected it was him. Among all the other false starts, this time felt different.
But seeing him- reasonably safe, no less- is still a surprising relief.]
A beast's den?
[She gives a skeptical gaze at the cottage around them- pleasantly stable and livable, a well-appointed table... it was picturesque aside from the menacing shadows wreathing the room- and Shealtiel. She fixes him with a defiant smirk.]
My my, wolf, what a rustic and cozy den you have.
[...She wasn't sure what compelled her to say that. It made sense in her head, but-
Well. It didn't matter. Under the red cloak, her hand quietly slips into the basket she's carrying, already grasping for a suitable tool. Her posture remains relaxed- he doesn't seem poised to attack just yet, so she won't brace for violence yet either.]
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But seeing him- reasonably safe, no less- is still a surprising relief.]
A beast's den?
[She gives a skeptical gaze at the cottage around them- pleasantly stable and livable, a well-appointed table... it was picturesque aside from the menacing shadows wreathing the room- and Shealtiel. She fixes him with a defiant smirk.]
My my, wolf, what a rustic and cozy den you have.
[...She wasn't sure what compelled her to say that. It made sense in her head, but-
Well. It didn't matter. Under the red cloak, her hand quietly slips into the basket she's carrying, already grasping for a suitable tool. Her posture remains relaxed- he doesn't seem poised to attack just yet, so she won't brace for violence yet either.]