[SE] but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins

Sohalia

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Soh shook Grimm's hand, noting the rough callouses and dismissing them just as quickly. Those were expected. What she didn't expect to see were scars lacing their way up his arm; she was no stranger to carrying the marks of the past with her, but she still hated to see others' pain laid out for all the world to see. It was why she rarely showed off her own scars, preferring to keep them covered. Better if no one stared, better still if no one asked questions. So her eyes skated over them with a practiced ease, even if her stomach dropped at the sight.

His answer to her query, when it came, was curt; it was quickly followed, however, with a statement about the small camp Zavien had suggested, cutting the perceived rudeness of the original declination. Soh nodded briefly, taking a few shallow breaths to guard against the smoky air before replying, "Ah, yes. We can send in supplies and help set that up. Do you have a location in mind that won't bother the animals?"

Don't believe anything you say anymore
In the morn, in the morning