Barrow Fields i need not one thing more

her own words soon brought mona quailing once more, but this time due to the unexpected and flaring reaction of the dark-headed woman, her exultation bringing a gasp from the scarlet girl, who found her steps moving her some wary distance from the grim wolfess.
yet she did not depart her companion nor earshot; the rejoinder was flung into her doeish features with the force of a crushing stone. mona could not hide the tremble of her small chin; the murkwater eyes that were her only birthright from a dead man turned unseeingly toward the sea, and the visible contractions of her throat evinced the girl's fierce struggle against tears.
"i know," mona murmured with a cold tone she had not heard in herself before, and the sea-wraith was given a cooler expression, though the little mayfair was too saddled by her own emotional consciousness to keep the glitter of saltwater from it. "i've been wandering this entire fucking place looking for anyone who knew him." presently mona's lips thinned into a dark line and she rounded on the woman with an aggrieved whisper. "you did, didn't you?"