Heron Lake Plateau Never mind the slacks and bashers

Ohhhhh shhhh-

Niamh looked back at Quixote with large eyes and a mouth sealed shut simply by the fact that she was biting her lower lip to keep her jaw where she needed it to be. Her ears flicked back and she shrugged, making a sort of strangled sound in her throat. She released her lower lip and mumbled something completely nonsensical that sounded fairly indecisive and vague, before she cleared her throat. "I dunno, I dunno, Idunno," She said, the pressur obviously starting to make her crack. She sat up, then, and considered excusing herself to go back and check on the sleeping little liar. 

"He's just...So full of shit sometimes," She said, and shame bit her as she realized that even if she was saying he was full of shit- she'd believed him. "He's probably just....Protective of his sister." It wasn't technically a lie...But then again, the things he'd said about Raven hadn't been terribly nice, and hadn't exactly been something one would say in an attempt to protect someone else. "I dunno." She reiterated. She wasn't willing to tell Quixote what she'd heard, and sort of hoped he might just catch on to the fact that she knew and he might just openly confess to her what the real story was between him and Raven.