musebox for Ashfae's minions

Absently her hand rises to her collar, rubbing lightly at the embroidery there. Sharp eyes would catch that the cloth is worn slightly more thin there than on the rest of the embroidered collar and cuffs of her shirt, as though this is a gesture she does often. "I spoke truth, but not all the truth," Haleth says in her quiet voice, looking back at the fire. "And I have missed you, also. Every day."