parting is such sweet sorrow

Frith stood stoically before the scarred woman, curious what she had to say, when Novella found her way to his side. She was quiet and offered no greeting, but it was Frost who would hold both of their attention. He was no stranger to her performance since she'd been invited into Threar. Her words were quick and very much direct. This wasn't the place for her and she knew her lack of effort. Frith would nod knowingly, he still couldn't say that he trusted her. "No, I don't Frost. The feeling is mutual, and I would have you leave on neutral terms." He wouldn't hold any ill will towards her, and he wouldn't hold her captive either. She didn't belong here, and they both knew it.