And she had never intended to leave the conversation at just that.
It would be better, she'd decided, to come and speak to their strange visitor alone. It was what she was used to, after all: one on one conversations with strangers. Finding ways to learn more about them. To make peace. To establish a baseline of caring and emotional investment.
Whatever Caedus was, whether his intentions were noble or ignoble, he was a sentient being. There would certainly be something to understand there.
That in mind, Hvergelmir had waited a few days, and then she'd come alone. Looped over one arm was a cheap reusable grocery bag with a few assorted items in it -- but otherwise, she came as she always did: bearing only herself. It was all she considered herself to need.
Slow steps drew her up the hill where Caedus had promised to be waiting. She stopped when she was still a polite distance away, and raised her hand, palm loose and open, in greeting.
"Caedus," she called over softly, seeking out the hooded figure in the dark. "May I come and sit with you?"
The Space Cauldron
