You are the night-time fear
The question burns on his tongue: did she die with you?Because she had clearly not been among those resurrected, and she is not here, either. Part of him wants to say it, to stir the memories which ought to have been her last, but it feels too cruel and faithless. Perhaps the loss of her sister, her only kin left, had driven her to uproot herself and move. Perhaps she had taken to stretching out in the cooling sands of Torchline, basking in the minutes of harmless warmth as the sun sank beyond the horizon.
"If you tell me about her, I can keep an eye out too," he offers instead. Caido is vast, after all, and if he could help bring the two of them together he would be delighted. There are enough unhappy endings in this world as it is.
At least she lets him off the hook for now, just regarding him in that uncanny way before turning to look away. He follows her gaze, but doesn't know what he's looking for—an inn he's never seen.
"Mmh," he hums, neither confirmation nor denial, licking his sharp teeth for a second. "I thought we could see about striking a deal, since we both seem to be in need of a bath, and washing and mending our clothes, if I may say so. I wouldn't mind working it off." He shrugs one shoulder; bartending or dishes isn't his domain either, but he's honest and easy to train. "Unless you'd rather try the mercy of the Infirmary, or perhaps have any better ideas?"
There's something wry in his voice, as if he'll accept her waving it all off as a joke, but it's still there in his blue blue eyes: concern that his blunt proposal will offend.
You are the morning when it's clear
AAMU
