It was as close to the truth as anyone got anymore. Sombra lived a mostly solitary life and while she had Los Muertos, this stranger's presence reminded her of how lonely she was at times. Reaching for him with her magic had become habit in a matter of hours, the feeling of wind and wildness rapidly becoming addictive. He felt a little stifled though...
She'd put one of the steaks in the pan when he mentioned how long it's been since his last meal and she tutted quietly at him.
[You don't seem like the type to starve gracefully...]
As he peeked at the pan, Sombra shifted to accommodate him and began thinking about the immediate problem of the language barrier.
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It was as close to the truth as anyone got anymore. Sombra lived a mostly solitary life and while she had Los Muertos, this stranger's presence reminded her of how lonely she was at times. Reaching for him with her magic had become habit in a matter of hours, the feeling of wind and wildness rapidly becoming addictive. He felt a little stifled though...
She'd put one of the steaks in the pan when he mentioned how long it's been since his last meal and she tutted quietly at him.
[You don't seem like the type to starve gracefully...]
As he peeked at the pan, Sombra shifted to accommodate him and began thinking about the immediate problem of the language barrier.
[Not really. Is that a problem?]