The Sunspire Make sure you're always frowning

He dipped his head in return, grateful for her concern. "Given all the unrest, we are as well as well might be," he said, noncommittal to lean either this way or that. Merrit had never been well in tune with his own feelings enough to pinpoint them before they exploded, and he did not know Kallik enough to know whether the boy was the same. Much could be concealed, behind eyes of stone.

"You've lived here before," and he stepped forward to observe the trail she had found. His eyes shifted and studied the tracks, whiskers quivered as he drank in the scents. "No, we'll hunt now. It will be nice to hunt with someone who won't run themselves over the edge." Was it a play for humour? Perhaps. His lips did tremble with something that might have been the fledgeling of a smile, if he had thrown any effort in. It wasn't that he didn't think the others were stupid enough to fall off the mountain.

He just didn't know them well enough yet to know that they weren't.