Light filtered thinly between the boughs-less dense here-and dappled a pattern in shadow across Arahan's face, for once almost something like peaceful.

The moment of respite makes Naestra smile and reach out, long fingers touching her sister's white hair(white like light, white like fire).

"Rare for you to touch me when I'm not dying, sister," Arahan says with her predator's baring of teeth in a challenge, a knife-sharp grin that only for her has a softer fondness in it.