Bitterroot Valley i keep tellin' myself, i keep tellin' myself i'm not the desperate type

The answer is... close to what he expected, but the phrasing gives him pause. Still, he's inclined to offer whatever he can— even if it makes him a little late returning home. Oh— is it far? Maybe I can help, He offers, glancing briefly behind her just in case the sister and children she spoke of are lurking near. My pack isn't far from here— we can offer food and shelter if you need it.