Meadowlark Prairie Well, well, well. What have we here?

She stumbled at his push, proving his point. He said nothing, only turning to her with a knowing smirk. He did not pursue her further, as he would if she were stronger. He may be an ass, but she was still his sister. He laughed at her resilience, her determination to not show weakness, but it was foolish of her to do so. He would gladly hunt for her, and was close enough to offer her that mercy at least.

At least, until religion came into the conversation. His cocksure grin turned into a frown, then a condescending sneer. The Gods. He rolled his eyes. The Gods had little to do with your success. I doubt that they would care, if they even exist,