Carl must be curious what she thought of him, and of the other two.
She took a breath, smoothed her hair back behind her ear, and organized her thoughts carefully, because she already knew he would catch her if she tried to wriggle around the question again.
She let out another small sigh, pressing her lips together as if weighing every word with care. She looked down for a moment, then lifted her gaze to meet Carl's.
"Alright," she began, voice soft but clear.
"If Arthur is an iceberg, recently steadfast, massive, impossible to ignore, then Somto is…like a mountain range."
She paused, searching for the right image. "Strong in a different way. He feels like something that's been there for thousands of years. No matter what storms or earthquakes come, he doesn't really move. He has this…quiet certainty about him. It makes you feel like if he says you're safe, then you really are, no matter what."
