life is waiting for you, it's all messed up but we're alive
Ellyra noticed the way that he almost had to focus on walking. It gave her comfort, though slight and easily pushed to the back of her mind, that if she needed to get away from him she was most likely able to outrun the merking. "I'm still learning most of the city myself. I was only here a short time before the war, and since then I've really pushed myself into my work." She admitted, a hint of a sheepish smile creeping up on her face. "But I've heard the White Hart has good food and good ale." Although she had never visited the establishment. She kept most of her time, like she said, at work or walking the more open and safer parts of the city, despite the claws that lay only a blink away beneath her manicured fingers.
