Like Fall We Are False Prophets

It was an innocent enough offer, from a Duskspeaker he was still getting to know: a hand changing his bandages, tending to his wounds, every once in a while. It didn't mean anything.

At least, it wasn't supposed to mean anything.

She had been meant to save the world and get him out of there, nothing more. But nothing had gone quite as Vatnir expected since Noora turned up on the Dead Floe, least of all the relationship between them.