Heron Lake Plateau your shadow weighs a ton

Niamh had to try very hard to avoid rolling her eyes when Ceara nisisted that she'd torn the meat up into small pieces. As far as Niamh was concerned, Ceara was a liar, and now she was just being defensive, and making up more lies to cover up the fact that she'd nearly caused Screech to choke to death. "Oh, sure. If you did, obviously they weren't small enough. And tell me this- did you offer the pieces one by one, or just put all of it in front of him?" She challenged, watching Ceara to see if she could catch her in a lie. Raven had warned her against putting too much food in front of Screech- he couldn't control himself. "Whatever you did, you didn't know what you were doing, and you could've caused him even more harm."

Niamh moved closer to Screech when he began to stand again, and this time, when he fell sideways, he collided directly with her and let out a high pitched yelp. She winced, but Screech had lost a fair amount of weight- and he'd been fairly scrawny to begin with, when she'd first met him- so she wasn't hurt when he stumbled against her. He stood on his own- albeit a bit off kilter, and she wished he would just lay down again and relax. He wouldn't likely listen to her words, anyway. She stared at Ceara over Screech's shoulder. 

"Unfairly? I'm just telling you why I got pissed off at you. I'm sorry if I overreacted, but you fucking spooked me, man, and you couldn't have had worse timing. You just barged in and that ruffles my feathers. Now you know. Please don't do it again. And don't...Don't try to do anything with him if you don't know what you're doing." She said, and her tone softened. "Please...Like...If he had choked to death, when you'd been with him..." She said, and looked to Screech; the poor, pathetic boy who was somehow stuck between two stubborn, warring women. She shook her head. "I just...I can't stand the thought of losing him. I'm stupid overprotective of him right now...I know that." She said, a tired frown causing her lips to tremble slightly. "My nerves are shot. I'm still concussed, and you spooked me when you came into my den, and with him waking up, I was just...Overwhelmed. And my brain is still fried, and I couldn't handle you being sassy with me the other day...I just wanted to know what you were digging. It looked like....Neat." She said, and shrugged awkwardly.