Between two lungs

It was a difficult feat to direct her thoughts on her own, without anything to help aid her - oftentimes the harder she tried to pull herself from those thoughts, the harder it was to redirect them at all, her mind as tumultuous as any storm could be. Fortunately she heard someone's approach, not far from her. An ear swiveled in his direction, listening patiently as he drew closer. He moved like a packmate would, without the reckless abandon or eerie calm of someone trying to sneak up on her, so there was no immediate cause for alarm. Kirsi was slow to turn and face him as he closed the distance between them. This was Ignis, she knew that much, but beyond that she knew little else about him.

He towered over her, but she didn't seem bothered by his height. She returned his greeting with a nod of acknowledgement, a faint ghost of a smile touching her lips - visible, but just barely. "And you're Ignis, if I remember correctly," she regarded him with a raised brow. "And I could say the same for you. I think you might stick out here even more than I do." Quite the vibrant coat he had there. She let out a soft chuckle at the thought of his brilliant crimson coat against a layer of freshly fallen snow, which was no doubt just around the horizon. For a moment she was reminded of Ignatius and she silently cursed herself for her thoughts running rampant. Even their names are similar. How strange.