Bearclaw Valley and this is the day, i die for it

If Blondine had known what was wrong, then she might have thought to tell Indra. In truth, they each knew about as much as the other; things had been fine, and then they weren't. It wasn't like her to break down like this in front of anyone — why did Indra deserve to be any different? Why did she think that she reserved the right to see Blondine like this and ask, actually ask, what was wrong? Who told her that she had any right to pry her way into anyone else's life?

More importantly, why didn't Blondine care?

It was too much to think about on top of everything else, so she elected not to. Instead, she sat there for a few more minutes to try and compose herself before standing and turning to walk away. There was nothing else to be said, as far as Blondine was concerned.