HARPER
The rumble is not unheard from the mouth of the cavern, though it sounds far less daunting so far from the source. Lucky then that the young woman's voice crests on the backbone of it, delivering a message via song and tempered decibels. Delighted as he is that the game continues there is all the same a slight downturn of his lips in concern for the girl's welfare. It makes him reluctant to respond, though Harper also fears her getting lost in the tangled web of the cavern systems. So instead he tempers his own voice into a dulcet croon, soft and low in his chest so that it will still carry but not too far. "To port with ye! Sails down!"
From inside, she is only a vague shape at first. A shifting of shadows only apparent enough to the trained eye. The closer she comes the more individualized her outline, and Harper has to shift his weight between his feet to stop himself from darting in to pluck her from harms way. She likely wouldn't appreciate being slung over a strange man's shoulder regardless of his good intentions.
From inside, she is only a vague shape at first. A shifting of shadows only apparent enough to the trained eye. The closer she comes the more individualized her outline, and Harper has to shift his weight between his feet to stop himself from darting in to pluck her from harms way. She likely wouldn't appreciate being slung over a strange man's shoulder regardless of his good intentions.
in the night you come to me because I'm the one who knows who you are
