Whitebark Stream Hate is a fine antidote for fear.

bhediya grumbled a reply, something like, yeah, good morning. the pain in her head continued to grow and radiate, the light reflecting on the snow only aggravating her symptoms. settling into a seat, she lifted her head as high as she could manage and used the least sensitive eye to look him over. 

friendships and all that. right. 

am i bothering you? she asked, half-hoping that he would say yes, i don't want to interrupt whatever you're doing. bhe thought that it was obvious he was doing...nothing, but maybe she was wrong.