Many more ledges and drops later, Warja stopped and turned back to gaze at Kismet. His form was barely visible now, but she could still make out the colors of his mismatched eyes. She wanted to ask him a question, several, really, but wasn't sure if she should. They had to do with his family and captivity and all those unpleasant things she doubted he would want to talk about, but the questions weighed heavily on her mind. Maybe she was just nosy, but Warja genuinely wanted to understand Kismet's predicament better. So instead of outright asking them, the fae decided to try a more sensitive approach. "Can I ask you a question, Kismet? About your...about Glaciem and all that?"
She would understand if he didn't want to talk about it and perhaps she was wrong in bringing it up now, but they had plenty of time to talk and surely now that he was free they could discuss his captivity and the circumstances that led to it without bringing their spirits too low.
Turning back to the path ahead, Warja began to slowly make her way down the steep slope. If she remembered the path correctly, they were getting close to the bottom.
