She did not expect him to share in spite of her response. Strangely,
        cold hands remain cloaked in the sleeves of her coat; the obnoxious
        gesture of reaching for his face lost. Purposefully her gaze slips away,
        lips moving in a way to expose the process of thoughts. 

     ❝ You are free of my wrath but first you must feed Desna as well. ❞