Redhawk Caldera save it for later

There was a lot going on, but Fern only had her attention trained on Cyclone, and after her quip the girl rolled her eyes and made to leave. So be it — Fern watches her slip out of the hubub and huffs to herself, clearly annoyed but not doing any more chasing. There was no point in guarding her any further when so many Blackthorns populated these wilds (or so it seemed). Let Neasa do her thing and ruin her life, it wasn't Fern's problem anymore.

The rest of the din slowly died down (and it helped they were no longer shouting at one another); so Fern took a second to take stock of the faces. She finally looked over Finley - in time to see her patting her belly - and moseyed closer. Looks like my intel was right, at least. You're so pregnant. Gross. But, again, to each their own.