Barrow Fields just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine

so sorry for dragging this out! want to wrap it up?

The woman's abrupt, bluntly-spoken question caught her off guard and she froze with her lips pursed, moving only to eke out an uncertain: "dunno." What was she to know of the Fate's designs? Lusca slumped her shoulders and flit her gaze, voice airy with distraction upon a swishing in the trees which had seized her attention. "Luck... I think... mostly--" She murmured, then snapped her eyes, newly optative, back to Capriccio and cleared her throat. "Hey um, so, the rabbit." This was said meekly, but the nuances of her tone entreated for an explicit, yes-or-no answer: you gonna share the load or not?