Heron Lake Plateau punch drunk

It reminded her of herself and Tuathal, and she felt something heavy lay in her chest.  She swallowed it, for it'd do no good to linger on.  My brother and I, we were the same way.  It was all she'd offer.  She didn't have much to say about Niamh; there was a distinct feeling of being disliked whenever she was around Ambrose's sister.  

Pft.  I keep up everything 'round here, mister do-it-all.  I hunt, I patrol, and you're damn straight I can hold my own in a fight.  Wanna go?  She watches his gaze linger over her form and she thinks of Sunny, and then of the trespasser she had to kill on the borders; bile raises in her throat but she stands her tallest, ears pressed forward in friendly challenge.