She's got the devil's eyes
Heartfire had never been particularly skilled in the art of idle conversation. Were she a more patient woman, she might have attempted it. But alas, she lacks that particular attribute. The curiosity that had fueled her approach extends far more to the land she’d left that morning than any particular feeling of kinship.
Still, it’s not in her to be deliberately cruel to one who has done her no wrong.
“Well enough,” she replies simply, not expanding the ambivalent statement any further. “Curiosity, I suppose.” She falls silent for a moment, her sharp blue gaze resting steadily on her companion. Finally, when she continues, her question, though mildly expressed with a tinge of curiosity, teases at something more. “From Nerine to Ischia, hm? That’s an… interesting choice.”
and they'll cut you like a weapon