we act like there’s no karma anymore

Caedes met Yarrabelle's gaze with an impassive expression, his heavily scarred form seemed to garner a flicker of appreciation in her eyes – though he knew she held no interest in the… male form. It neither pleased him, nor displeased him. Nothing like the disgust he felt when he was ogled by vulgar women. Yarra was her own sort of vulgarity, but one he didn’t mind. Returning the incline of her skull, Caedes smirked as she allowed their pelts to brush together in greeting. “And you as well.” He rumbled in response, his voice its usual deep detached rumble.

As they walked side by side, their conversation shifted to the topic of their shared experiences in this new land. “No shortage of challenges.” The obsidian brute remarked, his tone full of wry amusement. “Opportunities abound. If you’ve the strength to seize them.” It was a passing jest, one which caused a glint to shine from his emeralds for a moment as he met her gaze. “Speaking of spoils.” Caedes began, his voice curious. “Anything that interests you in particular?” His emerald gaze bore into hers, searching.