What Lies in Ruin (She Would Not Lie Beneath x Dahlia)

The figure spoke the name like a blade drawn slow from its sheath, and Dahlia felt the darksteel answer before she did — a low thrum against her ribs, old and hungry. She did not turn. Turning too quickly had gotten people killed, back when she had still been the kind of thing that could be killed. Instead she let the ruin's silence stretch on, let the moss-choked stones listen in, before she finally faced whoever had been foolish enough to face someone that would go by this name. "Hello, son of Thor."