At one point, about an hour in, Kai approached the forge door slowly, carefully. Stepping inside, she would drop into a seat on the floor. She and Whynter exchanged a silent look that even with a lack of words spoke volumes. Whynter moved out of the chair and down to the floor next to her. Shifting so that she could curl up with her head in the older woman's lap, no one was around to see the brief look of shock that crossed Kai's features at the action. One of her hands moved tentatively to start running her fingers through the younger woman's bone white hair. It did not take long at all before Whynter drifted off into sleep. Tears fell quietly down Kai's cheeks not long after, the sound of Steele working his metals drowning out whatever noise there was of them.
