Redsand Canyon where is your husband, nellie kane, where's your darling gone?

Riley couldn't say he cared for 'peaches', but it took a long while for his brain to process it was meant endearingly. His eyes narrowed, but he made no remark after the moniker or subsequent teasing about his voice, instead looking ahead and wondering just where the gorge would bend and Donovan would be able to join him.

As for the question? Riley didn't catch it was rhetorical. He knew the answer to this, so his response was more forthcoming than usual. "Trust like that is not freely given." Damn, Laurel would be proud (alternatively, so would the orc outside of Mor Khazgur's stronghold in Skyrim). He slid his gaze back to the man, wondering how much longer he had before Donovan was on this side of the gulch. "Are you following me?" Of course, Riley was not yet aware the gévaudan had made Redsand his claim -- but in time, he would surely be enlightened.