#4uts

Shoulders huff and fall, drawing the furs tighter; holding the breeze, that malicious thing, at bay.

Ever since her arrival in this world the corruption of the natural order had been [ ... ] insistent in her ears. Hard to ignore. Hard to reckon with unless she was well-armed. And she'd yet no passing opportunity to lay her divine arms down. Her heart bled to even consider the life of one born, raised, and meant to die here.

Monstrous? She'd come across a man battling monsters. What choice had he but to take on the traits of his enemies?

❝ I've known many women in my time here. If I am to help - ❞ And she would help. Whether she was wanted for her aid or not. ❝ - I would need further details. ❞

Arms fold about her chest. The azure of her eyes, soft and carefully free of the sorrow she felt for him, finds his own sleep-denied gaze. She smiled. A mote of light among a dark, and drawn-out vision.