eyes in the dark

Now that she'd given more focus to the shem, she picked up a bit more on his reactions. His quieter words, the less articulated gestures. Perhaps, just maybe, it was indeed sympathy he felt that brought such tears to his eyes. Perhaps it was not merely a doddering, emotional fool. To that thought, a small modicum of credit was given. Though she'd no reason to show her hand on such a thought at this stage. Stranger he still was.

Her eyes still downcast toward the flames, toward their glittering dance upon the blade's surface. She did not see him reach, in a manner much as she had, for the reminder held close by. Though the movement away caught her peripheral vision, she did not think much of it. Would not see how much they might have shared in the tragedy of the past.

Only when he spoke again did she fully lift her gaze to his direction. Warden. The thought flickered through her mind to award him the privilege of her name, but it went away just as quickly as a snuffed flame. Eat first, she quipped, the rough edges returning to her tone. All fluttered, softened edges fading away. Evanescent were the cracks in her emotional walls.

While not having been over the fire dreadfully long, Rylee did not care to wait much longer. Content enough with the rarity of the rabbit. What good were sharp teeth if not to tear into such flesh, after all? Biting it directly off the blade, she moved to pierce another of the pieces she'd cleaned off the carcass.

She'd repeat the process quietly, not keen to answer any further questions for the night. And awake she'd stay, keen eyes glittering in the firelight, alert for any trouble. Rylee held no intent to sleep at all, rest could come when they were safe in Amaranthine. When she'd arrived at Vigil's Keep. A few moments taken here and there only for light meditation, senses always open and alert for any malice might try and come upon them.