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Nym returned Beranhond's look with eyes devoid of light. Instead of their normal mirthful green, she stared back at Beranhond with eyes black as night. Her body was tense like some wild thing ready to pounce. Tigrisclawu hissed at her from his pearch on Beranhond's shoulder, and she blinked at the cat and turned back to her door, tracing the words with her finger. "It contains... what is left of fallen friends." she said, sounding tired and old despite her youth. She then spun around and smiled as though nothing had passed between them. The sound from the sailors above again filtered down from above and the ship's creaking seemed pleasant once more. "I am sorry to be so secretive. It's just..." She trailed off thinking how to explain. "It's just sometimes one must be." She frowned, not sure how better to explain what she meant.