Barrow Fields you're gonna keep my soul, it was yours to have long ago.

the girl scoffed at his inquiry, a habit that drew a slight smile from ingram. in some small way she reminded him of chusi -- up until she casually dropped information he truly wished he had not heard.

his ears cupped forward in overwrought concern as she mentioned moving, war, and rape. he felt the hackles on his spine lift in alarm and disgust - and he thought of wolves like her or chusi, taken advantage of -- and having unspeakable things done to them -- it caused his heart to quiver and his lips to set in a firm line of hatred.

"what?" he repeated, still shocked by the casual aplomb of her forthright honesty. "are you and... your sister okay?" he hoped truly they had not experienced the graft of the terrible crimes she had just mentioned.