No Hand on the Reins

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. A part of her relishes when Adam jumps after tapping his boot, it quirks a small smirk along the corner of her lip before it fades with the news she has brought. Her arms cross over her chest and she looks back to the entrance of the tunnel as Adam sits up fully and replies. Yes, Amalia is our and nowhere to be seen. But the Harpy isn’t upset — she knows deep down that Amalia won’t abandon her. The leopardess that had comforted her when Ru’in died, who had been a steady part of all the fun and rebuilding of her life since then. No, Amalia would be back, likely with help. “She will be back.” She acknowledges simply with a small snort before her icy gaze slips back toward the dark haired man with a similar interest in style to her, listening while he speaks of his plans for the time being. She agrees, however, that a nap sounds great and at nothing else it will at least make some more time pass. But she scrutinizes him slightly as he offers to share the bed with her, uncertain where he thinks it may go. Especially because Kiada hasn’t had any kind of touch in months. She doesn’t know what to make of it. Her eyes narrow slightly, but she stands, moving over to sit on the edge of the bed should Adam slide over slightly before looking back at him over her shoulder, the scars radiating out of the spine in pale jabs and spears, a stark contrast to the black of the X on her neck as it shifts and twists with the movement of her neck. “Try anything and I’ll gut you.” She says simply, flashing him a sickly sweet smile that appears far more wolffish than it should, but with her warning out of the way she lays beside him on the bed, finding it far more comfortable than the hard earthy floor. “Have you been in the pit long?” She questions after a few moments pass. He’s thin, but she doesn’t know if it’s because of time and little food or if it’s just him. but i flicker from time to time.