that thieving bastard

Vanta watched Lia closely, noting the subtle shifts in her demeanor, the way her eyes lingered on the crystalline sabers before steadying herself. There was a resilience in Lia, a quiet strength that Vanta couldn't help but admire. The ongoing battle between the woman's ingrained subservience and independant determination was nearly imperceptible, but it was there. Old habits were hard to break.

"There's no camp," Vanta gave back with a shake of her head. "But don't worry, I've spent many nights under the open sky. You're perfectly safe with me." The crystal-touched princess stepped forward, her movements deliberate yet gentle, ensuring that Lia felt no pressure to yield or submit. "And, if the night grows cold -" She continued. "- we can always find warmth in each other's fur. Mine is not quite as sharp as it seems." Vanta's smile was inviting, a silent promise of companionship with no strings attached.

She folded her haunches, settling down in the bed of tall grass just far enough from the fire-kissed woman to still be respectful. "What brings you here, Lia?" Vanta asked, her head lowering to rest comfortably upon her paws.