Heron Lake Plateau We are young, we have years ahead maybe

Raven's caring question pushed Niamh just far enough so that a tear spilled from one eye, which was hastily wiped away on her stationary leg. She breathed in deeply, and stared straight ahead, hard, not willing to let anything else show. For a moment, she took the question for face value- and she could have said that yes, Screech had been a jerk to her. But then, after a moment's consideration, she found herself wondering if perhaps Raven thought Screech had done this to her- that he'd been the one to hurt her leg. She shook her head vehemently.

"No; no, I really did fall down the hill. Ask Colt. He saw the whole thing." Screech had lucked out- she could have pinned  this on him, but it wasn't like the truth wouldn't come back to bite her. She shrugged. "Screech and I just...Argued, sort of. It's nothing, really." She said, having pulled herself together a bit more.