[Her words bring a soft smile to Mykha's face, and for a moment she almost touches foreheads with the young lady. How many times had she burned with the need to hold the others close as if afraid they would be snatched away? How many nights had been lost to dreams and terrors where that was exactly what happened?

Something stays her hand, as it always does, yet her dark palm presses to Alisae's cheek, thumb brushing a smear of soot just beneath the little fire sprite's eye. Her smile is subtle, but it shows most in her eyes and the tell-tale twitch of one of her long ears.]

"Nothing," she says. As if her blade did not reach half the sin-eaters faster than my chakram.

[Her hand falls, knuckles brushing affectionately along Alisae's jaw before she straightened. The past few days had been a blur, and she closed her eyes, uncertain how much Y'shtola had told the twins, if she'd gone into detail at all.

In err of protecting Alisae for the moment, she shrugged. a simple roll of the shoulders as she shook her head.]

Well as I can. It would take more than that to fell me by now, I wouldn't think. Yet it is you my thoughts go to. I know my limits, and I have need of rest.


[She sighs, the tip of her nose wriggling for a moment as she gazes over the red rock and the starry expanse above them. When she speaks once more, it is faint.]

I would visit Tesleen's resting place with you, if you would have me. I was not with your people long, and yet...

[Her mouth pinches, brows furrowing. A part of her still blames herself for what happened, and she had not known the people of the inn for a full bell before she'd grown fond. A failing that her sisters had chided her for long ago when she first found her gaze straying from the Wood's sacred boughs. A habit that had meant each loss stung deeply and only made her fight harder.

Perhaps it was why she had found herself so fond of Alisae. Far more quick to say her mind, it was true, but she reminded Mykha of herself.]