The walk following their unexpected reunion had been uncomfortable for her, to say the least. She had been so sure that she’d escaped, that he would have snatched her up days ago if he’d been able to find her. It hadn’t even been an hour ago that Sylenei had told herself she’d finally made it only to realize moments later that she’d never even been close. The weight of that defeat was crushing, but she wouldn’t allow any prickle of shame to show itself. Asphodel would have to believe this had all been apart of her plan and that everything, aside from the encounter with the mountain lion, was going exactly how she envisioned.
She walked ahead, mostly to make a point of staying fully within his view the whole time, but also because she didn’t want to yield what little control she was able to try and claim. Even if it was just the choice of where they rested for the night. They stopped at the edge of the cliffs, an ear flicking in response to his comments. Gods, she was tired. Did they have to do this now? “Nice view though, hm?” She replied, taking a seat and beginning the task of grooming out the blood and debris from her fur after the fight. If he was going to force her to stay up a while longer, she would make good use of the time. “And I thought you’d want me to have an escape route. You know, in case another mountain lion finds us.” She flashed him a look of feigned earnest contemplation, avoiding addressing the accusation directly.
