there's nothing more for me

As Rava settled down beside her, Saia winced. The small woman's cloak was soaking wet. "You should hang your cloak to dry. We'll most likely be here for a while." Gently, she nosed beneath Rava's chin and unclasped the cloak with her delicate teeth. Taking the cloak lightly away, Saia hung it upon a piece of splintered wood where it would dry.

The slate and charcoal fae turned to move back towards Rava, but stopped in her tracks. The small woman was... stunning. Her coloring was perfection. She looked like a dream to the veiled woman. The varying shades of red lifted and dropped, making it look as though she had been dipped in actual clouds. While the back half of her body was red and clouded, the front was deepest black. Flecks of silver white coated her in starlight. Saia couldn't remember ever having seen a wolf quite so beautiful. Suddenly, she was even more pleased to have saved the woman now. Had the dogs of slavery seen her looks...

Coming back beside Rava, the slender fae curled her body body against her, giving her what warmth she had in replacement for the cloak that she'd taken. Her companion had said that she couldn't relax. Saia could understand being nervous. She had been nervous when she was given away to the Raiman Empire. After that and the abuse that she suffered at the paws of the brother of her formerly betrothed... nothing phased her. She could commiserate with Rava to a degree, but she could no longer feel what the black and red woman felt.

Lifting one foreleg, Saia drew Rava into a half embrace, that long limb draped over the small woman's side. And then she began to hum. The woman who rarely spoke had the voice of a goddess. She had been prized for this voice in the past just as she was now. Soft and low, each note was perfectly pitched. After warming her chords, Saia's lips parted and she sang.