Bearclaw Valley I don’t want anything more from you

Last from me!

He maintained partial focus on her, watching her from his peripheral—but, because of this, he assumed something was amiss when she appeared to be startled. He slowed and glanced her way, assessing their surroundings before figuring that his words had been the thing to take her by surprise. Curious, he wondered if he should ask more questions on the same topic, but her frigid response put an immediate end to that rumination.

Instead of asking more about her family life, he just nodded; Alexander understood how touchy of a subject family can be, given his own background and emotional issues developed from it. He just kept moving, tossing her a sidelong glance every once in awhile, but continued the rest of the patrol in complete silence.