Lost Creek Hollow Joining

Timely, she adjusted to his presence and he found himself easing that she was not some sort of harbinger or omen coming to neatly perch along their thinning woods. But even that was still a nagging sort of feeling lurking around at the back of his head, never entirely gone though he had worked to busy himself constructively. The pressure remained, yet was forced to temporarily vacate his mind in order to sort through the accent that greeted him.

Canting his head ever so slightly, Mordecai felt the beginnings of a frown creasing his expression. He had nothing against foreigners, at least those that spoke a different tongue than the commonplace likes of his own. They had been prevelant in Sedona and to a degree in the Wilds as well. But this one was far different than he was used to, and for a moment his silence held fast.

"No war here," he said, simplifying his own vocabulary. There was slowness, a steadiness there that she would understand and he hoped would be appreciated. Couldn't fault her for learning, anyway. "Can you defend?" That had been a question that had come out over and over again, something that perhaps they desperately needed in spite of his better attempts to believe they were fine and dandy in their isolated neck of the woods.