Tuktu Weir Soul Searching

It was hard to maintain such composure when it felt her whole world was falling apart – to do so in front of a stranger, however, was what kept her steady for the moment, and her pale eyes studied him, noting the drift in conversation as if they were in a world that was not slowly dying of starvation.
 
“Silver Creek,” she offered, her ears falling gently back to her skull. “You?”