It seemed as if he went to start, only to momentarily lose his line of thought. Though, she remained tuned o him as he contained whatever had escaped the back of his mind with gentle patience. But as he went on to describe the political nature of the group, her curiosity peaked. She had never been affiliated with a pack persay. And for it to be a refuge of sorts, it had to have positive intentions as a group. “It sounds interesting.” She concurred, mentally adding another destination to visit at some point in her lifetime.
At the mention of her respectful distaste of the water, she was met with laughter. It was contagious, and she couldn’t help but chime in with her own. “As a matter of fact, it is.” Kiliaen sprightfully insisted. “Who knows what's down at the bottom of the ocean? I doubt it’s all little fuzzy seals and sea turtles.” She jokingly sneered through her own bubbling amusement. But when he mentioned his aunt, the teasing nature faded as she listened. Perhaps sentimental value was a part of the equation that made him keener to sailing. She appreciated the love of a familial tie, even more so if it was something that they bonded over. When he mentioned ‘we’, she couldn’t help wondering if it was his aunt that he was referring to, or if it was someone else. Even so, she didn’t want to push for a conversation that was too personal.
All thoughts of that were immediately shoved aside as he mentioned her trying it for herself. “Maybe one day,” she lightly giggled. She also wanted to tell him not to hold his breath but found herself not wanting to outright refuse him either. However, his next request she was happy to oblige. “I’m happy to be your guide.”
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The waterfall was loud around the pool it fed, but as they drew closer it was deafening. But she knew it was only for the moment until they could get back into the caverns behind a layer of stone. There was a narrow path beside the water's edge that she trudged her way down. Occasionally glancing over her shoulder to ensure that Balthier was doing okay. There was a narrow passage to the entrance that she easily fit through, and once inside was fully immersed in the sickly sweet scent and the remnants of smoke. Just a little ways further in was the warm glow of a dying fire that she had managed earlier that day with an old damaged knife and a cluster of quartz that had been left behind likely for that very purpose. Even in the low light, the sugar crystals sparkled in reflections. Once her eyes adjusted, just glanced at Bathier to try and read his expression. “Well, what do you think? Worth seeing once?” She lightly asked as she wandered closer to some of the larger stalactites that nearly touched the ground.
