where the hell have you been, loca!?

The whip of his head had her stance widening, she thought she even almost felt her heart move, but that would imply there was anything of it left. A reckless smile made its way to her face, softening when recognition passed his ruby gaze.

She scoffs when he calls her beautiful, she had always been a bit too rough around the edges to consider herself such, but she allows herself to lean into his touch to her cheek. She wondered if things might have been different, had she made other choices, but what was done, was done, and now all she could do was pick up the pieces.

Ghoul's question struck a chord within her and she chuckled, a little bitterly. "Sometimes I wonder if I've ever been anythin' but lost..." Her head tipped, "but I never been 'ere before..."

She looked at the stone spires more closely, trying to discern the markings, what they might mean. The soft soil seems to relate directly to the position of the stones and she turns her eyes upwards, trying to recall the position of the stars in this part of the land.... "No stars last night... no light." It won't come to her, the familiar map of the skies, no matter how hard she tries to recall it. It almost seems as if this is a place... between places.

"Do y'reckon there's something ter eat under 'ere?" The only similar sight she had seen was a bear cache, where the giant beast had buried what was left of a moose. This wasn't as big, but it didn't stop her digging with a little more enthusiasm than was probably wise. Everyone kept telling her she needed to eat more...

"speech"