Great Bear Wilderness [m] forty-eight hours feels so much longer

Rosalyn caught the drift of her statement - that if he hadn't she wouldn't have returned - but it didn't bother her.  If Red hadn't been around, Roz would have assumed she had thought better of the whole thing and changed her mind, a thing that the Rivaini did often enough herself.  In fact, anyone who claimed not to turn tail a time or two was either a liar or a saint.  Liars she could handle.  Saints she could do without.

She'd been worse than an experiment, and frankly, she'd hardly been better than one.  It was how she preferred it - no ties.  Just pure, carnal fun that could end at any time with little consequence to either party involved.  Rarely had she heard it put so frankly though, and she laughed in appreciation.  "At least we know where we stand.  You might not be an experiment, but believe me Red, I have few desires." One, actually.  Love wasn't something she chased real hard, nor something she ever went in expecting.  And so far, she had yet to be disappointed.

"I may be wrong, but experiments... they require testing, do they not?"  She shifted her stance and cocked a head questioningly, a devil in her eye.  She wasn't sure where Red wanted this little meet and greet to go, but Roz wasn't the emotional type.  Conversation had emphasis on the optional.