1/26/2025, 7:57 PM
Zora was quiet for a moment, biting her tongue to let Dia process their surroundings and the situation. She did not want to push too much, too quickly.
The caves were fucked up, and she hated that she hadn't been there to help, to do anything to banish the nightmares that occupied so much of the Mercer's mind, but she wasn't sure she would have truly helped.
They'd made it out on their own strength. For that, she was equal parts thankful and proud.
Dia moved like a mirage in the desert, flickering, graceful and warm - but oh-so-real and solid, when they slid their muzzle against hers and tucked the serpent queen into a cozy embrace. Zora leaned into it, shuddering with a small gasp at the suddenness of the contact but very content to nibble her teeth lightly against skin beneath the guard hairs draping Dia's shoulder.
Why is half the forest gone?
Oh. A sheepish giggle bubbled up from her chest.
Uh....I....was growing worried about you. So I did some light foraging.
