Horizon Ridge a lannister always pays their debts

Maegi swallowed hard, hearing Cass talk about Mou. It disturbed her in a way she couldn't quite explain that they had once been so close. And in the same dire straits! Wait!—that must mean Mou was in the forest, too, when Maegi was young. It was, no, it was too much—

She ducked her head, blocking out all the bizarre coincidences and run-ins. I don't know, she answered, giving another shrug. I don't know if I can.

And that wasn't a lie, either.

The Melonii lifted her chin to look at Cass, her eyes impassive once more. And you? Maegi queried. Where are you, now? Or where are you going? For there were no real concrete, permanent scents layered over her pelt; she smelled like a traveler, jumbled and yet fresh. Never staying long enough in a single place to pick up its odor.