Haunted Wood I'm gonna smoke you out

"you want to be better than him." it wasn't much of a leap; there wasn't much else "and more" could mean. and there was a kind of want in his eyes, a kind of intensity that went beyond the simple need to prove one's self. it was a goal she was tempted to help him with; she had no love for the man besides what he might teach her, the place he offered her now on which to find refuge. 

but she wasn't going to say that now, not when there was a chance he'd fail in his goal. she pauses, tired, and wanting time to think over their interaction. "I'm tired. see you around." it's blunt, and certainly impolite, but her physical and social battery is faltering. with that, she offers him a final glance before veering left, sure to wander the wood a while longer before certainly succumbing to exhaustion.