Falls of the Hinterlands rhaeadr

He turns sharp for a moment, and she sucks in a nervous breath, tensing in turn.  Her brows furrow as she rakes over their conversation.  Had she said something wrong?  Was she being too pushy?

Her lip flattens until he responds, but the pit in her stomach does not disappear.  We're the Redhawks, she admits quietly, keeping her gaze trained on the ground as she watches him in her peripherals, now guarded against his presence.  He is large and intimidating, and it is not something she'd realized until she considered he might be a threat.

I don't know much about it.  I didn't fight in it.  I just.  It didn't matter, anyway.  Um.  She remembers suddenly that she is covered in blood.  The pit in her stomach rolls, and she threatens to vomit for a moment before she shakes off and moves to bathe in the water.