Whitefish River 'Cause if I could see your face once more, I could die as a happy man I'm sure

she doesn't move, but hunkers down and stiffens when the male startles. her gaze hoovers a moment on his chest until his lips move to a smile, and only then does she meet his gaze. his first question is received only with a tight nod, and his second with a brief stretch of silence until - "no." 

she doesn't offer anything else, but move to sit neatly atop the bank, gaze following him. she's intrigued enough to watch, but not enough to get closer - his size reminder her of Verx, and thus too of his outburst at her. he doesn't seem the sort to yell, but it has made exceedingly clear to the girl that promises and impressions are no assurance of actions.