Blacktail Deer Plateau and in the morning when you rise

we can wrap this up whenever, since a lot has happened !

Her reply was sharp, tense. Her eyes told Huā she ought to be cautious. It did not go unnoticed by the siren and she felt herself do the slightest shrivel at her words. She had only been curious, wanting to learn. But this woman saw it as an attack on her children. Huā, having never been a mother, could not understand the feelings a mother felt for her children. Could not understand the instinctual protectiveness. In her perspective, Rosalyn was just rude. 

Huā didn't agree that all of them were adults- they obviously weren't. But she kept that to herself. She was quiet then, afraid to inquire more- lest she ask more questions and get answered with a biting tongue. The only way to learn, then, would be on the job. Finally she gathers her words, finding some awkward way to reignite the flame of conversation. So, um, you grow up in place like this? Or... once, was different to you too? She wonders with a curious look at the scarred woman.