Everything means everything

"Perhaps, if we meet again," Kiela agreed with a faint smile. She couldn't make any promises there; even if she hoped to see him again (and admittedly he was shaping up to be decent company) she couldn't promise she would.  "It is a siedi, I think, a sacred place. My parents taught me about such places. I am lucky to have found one." It would be a place she'd return to again someday. Places like that were ideal for diving deep into contemplative thought - not that she needed much help with that anyway, given her solitary life.

But enough of sacred places and ice castles. A hunt did sound good. "I smelled some sheep earlier, not far from here. How does that suit you?" Kiela wasn't used to company beyond the most brief of interactions but she wasn't going to say no. She needed sustenance, after all. His presence and his undeniable good looks were just the cherry on top, though not something she paid much mind to, not beyond the briefest of thoughts as her orange gaze swept over him.