Fox's Glade she's wearing rags and leathers from salvation army counters

She rose wordlessly.  Even though (and she was sure of it, that it had happened this way) Nashoba had seemingly relinquished her grip on Fire's voice, she found it was easier to stay quiet.  Maybe she'd be quiet forever; maybe wherever these people were going, she wouldn't need to talk to anyone ever again.  She clears her throat and trails some distance behind them, but something draws her close to the ruddy-coated woman who has, at least for the moment, made her feel safe.