[SE] stained glass windows in my mind

Got no plans and I've got no money
Gone are the days of milk and honey

The Spyglass loomed, larger than life, and they paused in its shadow for Zavien to fix Soh with an intense stare. His words resonated through her, their timbre registering and drawing her throat taut with sudden emotion. She didn’t say anything for a moment, too overcome not just with Zavien’s thoughtfulness, but with the idea that there was - that there could be - anything after this. Right now, Stormbreak’s fall felt so all-consuming that it was hard to imagine its aftermath. Where she would go, what she would do… it all felt like smoke in her grasp, evading her every attempt to catch it. So all she could do was nod, offering a sad, silent smile to thank Zavien for thinking of her, too, not just the people that they served together.

And then she started to climb.

They crested the stairs up to the top of the Spyglass just as the sun began to sink, and Soh went immediately to lean against the railing, turning her face into its lingering rays. At least there was a breeze up here, and it caressed her cheeks as she gazed out over the burnished city, tugging at a few tendrils of hair and skating over her exposed navel. Looking back, she smiled crookedly at Zavien. ”Have you traveled much, outside of here and King’s End?” she asked. ”There are some beautiful places in the Wilds, but nothing quite compares to this.”

Green eyes and a head of gold
I'll give you two dollars if you save my soul

Sohalia