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OOOOOHHH THAT’S SUCH A GREAT IDEAAAA!!!!!!!!!! We could have something where the castle sticks them in a situation where they have to kill someone to save another person or something. Idk I have a dark mind too… Maybe they have to steal something or hurt someone to get food? Or something like that. I have no idea how Yila would react, but I do know how Niarok will react and I have a pretty good gauge on Leytera as well.

Awwww I love Aydin and Niarok’s interactions!!!!!!! I know. I love Niarok with my entire being!!!!

Niarok

Niarok finished counting, satisfied to know that everyone had followed him.

“Well, all I can tell you is we have a fire and we should probably stay close to conserve body heat.”

The man who Niarok had noticed before, the one with the troubled eyes and brown hair, looked like he was about to bolt. His eyes briefly strayed to the entrance of the cave before darting back to the floor.

Niarok knew that look. He’d made it himself countless times in the past, before he learned to stomach the blood or the cries or the touch of dying people.

“Although if you’re not comfortable being in a group, I’m sure we can produce blankets or something,” Niarok added, glancing back at the man and catching his eye.

The man held his gaze for an instant, and Niarok saw the barest trace of a smile turn his lips up at the corners. He nodded almost imperceptibly, acknowledging the man’s gratitude.

He knew that feeling too.

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Yila snuggled close to Niarok on one side, and Leytera absorbed his body heat on the other, even though it was clear that she wasn’t comfortable in this group.

The man – Niarok thought he’d heard him call himself Aydin – huddled against the wall opposite Niarok and his sister, hiding inside his cloak.

Niarok sensed he was cold but wasn’t going to say anything about it.

The man looked up, his (what colors are his eyes, Rose?) eyes catching Niarok’s gaze.

“I’m sorry, I never introduced myself. I’m Aydin,” he said, his voice quiet.

Niarok smiled. “I’m Niarok and this is my sister Yila.”

Yila grunted from beside him, glaring daggers at the man. Niarok elbowed her underneath the blanket, and she glared at him instead.

He didn’t change his expression.

“Pleased to meet you,” Aydin said, his voice edged with sarcasm.

Niarok smirked. He knew that feeling.

“You as well,” he said, and though he returned Ayden’s sarcasm, he kept his expression warm to let him know he actually meant it.

Then he pulled out an extra blanket from his pack and tossed it to Ayden.

“If you don’t want it, I’m sure someone else can use it,” he said, trying to make it clear in his eyes that he wouldn’t be mad if Ayden turned it down.

Yila huffed beside him, and Niarok elbowed her harder under the blanket.

“You weren’t gonna use it anyway,” he snapped in her ear, quietly enough that only someone with hearing as sharp as his could have heard it.

Yila elbowed him back, but there was the faintest hint of a smile in her cold features.

Niarok leaned back against the wall, ready to wait out the storm and carry on a conversation with anyone interested.