Blackbeak Bluff My luck, my love, my God they came from pain

the stranger fixes on her and she stiffens, statuesque, a stark difference from the life filled grace from before.  her black gaze engulfs him, swallowing him whole and then he speaks —

and she hits unpause as if nothing had happened, her ears swiveling forward.

she nods.  does she speak?  sure.  will she speak?  if she felt inclined.