Bearclaw Valley the great imitators

She knew little of the silent woman before she had seen the fruits of her labor. Other than seeing her every once and a while, there was nothing about her that Orson could pin down in terms of her being. She was astounded to hear that the young man admired her — from a battle no less. She'd have to ask about it after the story. She remained in a sort of rapture, the kind that one goes into as a story is told, her eyes fixed on the young man's face.