Qeya River Sticks and stones

Roz remained wary until it became clear the other had no intention of stealing her meal. She knew her, and was relieved too that it was a familiar face who approached. If they had exchanged names, she'd forgotten it, but she knew they parted on friendly terms.

The turtle was not enough to sate her, and only time would tell if it stayed down, but it at least stopped her head spinning for a while.

"Nothing in particular.  Just no where better to go," she said with a slightly more genuine smile, wryly adding silently that this was one of the first occasions providence hadn't royally screwed her over in recent days.

"I hadn't expected to run into a familiar face, but you seem well."  Even with her exhaustion, there was an appreciative note behind the observation.  Well indeed.