#it will come though ❤️

There might have been a time when Aloy would have rolled her eyes at such statement, not one to believe in the mystical. But something in her is soothed by the way the falling water shimmers in the moonlight, mesmerized by the pureness of this white upon his skin as he tells the story, the glimmers from the water reflecting in his eyes.

She’s willing to believe it, tonight, to let herself become devout; to have faith in him,if she believes in nothing else.