Displaced was a more soothing word for lost – and it felt as though it sugar coated her current situation. The pain in her head was nothing compared to the desperate sense of longing that pulled her to a place she knew nothing about, yet that was exactly the reason Asny was grateful for the shadowman’s presence.

The dragoness feared him still. Cowering before his cold, metallic gaze and the deepened notes of his voice. Yet there was an unmistakable kindness that kept her from completely turning away – and that's why her paws remained planted on this snowy earth. Before the pinned borders of the group known as Dawnbreak. Before him.

A smile came to her face just then.

Warm and gratuitous.

She lowers her head as her eyes still meet his. Thank you. Asny is grateful. There is a bit of guard within her lowered frame – as if still expecting to be chased off at any moment. Skittish; maybe it was because the woman hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly. With all the days she’d been lingering close by, after all. Her eyes especially glittered with hope at his subtle invitation.

--and maybe ... .if Asny can earn the trust of Dawnbreak….she can stay?

A suggestion. Her flattened ears slowly perked with anticipation.