Blackbeak Bluff The night wages on

He spoke of this burden she carried so heavily on her shoulders as if he knew, and the feeling was so intimate she recoiled visibly, withdrawing into herself.  She knew he had meant no insult by it, perhaps he was speaking of secondhand experience but she could not help to feel scorned.  Her expression darkened.

I do not know, she answers, praying that their downfall would not be something she catalyzed, but I suppose we will find out.  She did not know how long she would stay, and she assumed that the stranger would have to be on his way soon to find who he had originally been seeking.  By now she had returned to her normal posture, but her moon gaze would remain averted, even from his sheltered eyes.