Moonspear her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs

The woman motions at him, references a moment that he barely recalls, and for a moment Revui feels hot under the collar. He doesn't like being singled out by this stranger any more than he does by family, and he has a hard time containing the brief flicker of what the fuck that sweeps across his features. He glances at Hydra and sees nothing change with her, and he emulates that impassive expression as best he can.

He shifts his weight but otherwise remains mute, and gradually his attention drifts across the woman and her beastly companion — seeing a familiar hunger within Moath — and cannot take his attention away from them.