Ira realized as he prattled on that despite his good intentions of wanting Jinx to know what he was up too, no matter how irrelevant it was (and in honesty it was probably very irrelevant) that he was being unnecessarily long-winded. His chatter was just that: drivel. Jinx’s response was short and blunt and simple. Almost too simple. I don’t care. For a second, Ira’s eyes narrowed in suspicion and then he understood that she had been serious. She didn’t care, probably about the whole entire thing and not just that he wanted to go to Swiftcurrent Creek just to make sure Bones was ok. It was a stupid quest, probably, and Bones would likely just get annoyed at him for being clingy or something. It wasn’t that he was clingy — Ira tended not to grow attached to others for the simple fact that he truly believed in his ‘curse’ though Jinx was his tentative exception but she had practically raised him. She was his mother in all the ways it mattered and though he had not believed it at first for the simple sake of not wanting to get his hopes up, and because he did not want to lose Jinx, he came to the conclusion that the curse had seemed to have spared her. Perhaps it had decided that Ira needed a break from all the death and destruction he had caused in his short span of life, or maybe it was just waiting to stab him in the heart and wrench viciously. Either way, Ira had no intentions of lingering too much upon it.
Her words regarding the Plateau’s leader was met with some confusion from Ira who had not been aware there had been any animosity between them.