The fella over there with the hella good hair

She twisted her head around to see Andrus as he came near, though the movement tweaked a nerve in her spine and she winced. “Nah,” she said dismissively, looking again at the place where the ermine had disappeared. “I'm not hungry, just wish I could have chased it for fun is all.” But she couldn't chase much of anything, not for a while. The wounds were too fresh.

Not wishing to dwell any longer on her injuries or the fight, she surveyed Andrus, looking for an opening with which to probe his thoughts. As always, the mercenary provided none, so she had to force herself into the conversation. “Found anything interesting here?” she asked aloud, sweepingly referring to the entire forest they had inherited. She hadn't had much energy for exploration so, for the time being, Viggo and Andrus were her eyes and ears.