Dawnlark Plains Johnny brought a rocket to a knife fight

he hadn't meant to prompt any sort of pain, arletta knew this, but tybault did. his family, settled some ways away just like hers could have been. she was alone now, and the question upset her. all these thoughts were merely reflected in a downturn of her ears and a harsh swallow. she prayed it was subtle.

what's it to you?

"no." she answered quickly, short of a snap before closing her eyes and sighing as if an i'm sorry. "well, yes, i am. lost track of the fellers with me that know there way round here."

lost track was an interesting way of putting it. they were dead. she hoped the way she'd spoken it in a lowered tone would leave it up for his interpretation. preferably one that came with no questions to it, or one that understood silently that lost track meant far worse things.