[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

skill: [none]

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She could perceive that he was feeling more relaxed at this point in their conversation. Her initial reaction to his presence hadn’t helped, of course, and now she felt somewhat about about antagonizing someone who had clearly been through much recent loss and was looking for a safe harbor. She attributed her brazen entrance to her subsequent nomination, and defeat, in the column election. She wanted to prove she could be brave, when everyone else thought Nottin was braver.

It was impossible to ignore the fact that Nottin himself had fought fires and bears in the name of Dawnbreak… and Euphemia, she had only slightly contested this “wolf.”

What he said next surprised her, though she easily surmised that he was talking about the availability of game to hunt. Still, the silver maiden took this opportunity to segue the conversation into something far more comfortable. Nothing worthwhile? she questioned ironically, turning up an ear. Is this mountain not worthwhile? This coveted valley? Her gaze glanced up to the spire, one of many, and then to the ground beneath them. The Vale provides everything we need. It made it almost too easy for her never to leave. Her family was here, her home, her food, her entire life.

Euphemia walked closer, wondering if the nervous man would allow her to approach. If so, she would gingerly place her paw over his. Rest now, she bade him, suddenly aware that whatever boon she had found in the Vale, he had likely lost something similar – even if he didn’t remember it, the loss still existed. Caches didn’t need to be filled now; Euphemia suspected they were already full enough.

Sometimes nothing worthwhile needs to be done.

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