Swiftcurrent Creek twelve years a slave

Ira's eyes of silver with starbursts of crystalline blue around the pupils flitted from Bazi to Bones, unafraid to look the Tortuga girl in the face. In truth, he wasn't afraid to look Bazi in the face, either, but out of the desire to be with Bones he kept a tight reign on his own leash. No matter how annoying it was. The pallid Princeling grimaced, slight chagrin flitting across his face only because he let it when Bones told Bazi that Jinx was deceased. He did not think that Bones' words were exactly true. As far as Ira was concerned he didn't need anyone but Bones; but Swiftcurrent Creek and Bones seemed to be a package deal and he could not lose Swiftcurrent Creek without forsaking Bones. “I'll do my best.” Ira told Bazi with a twitch of his lips, likewise, wondering what it was that drew Bones back to this Creek. He didn't know enough about Bazi, barely remembered her at all, and it would seem that she didn't give two shits about Jinx's death. She didn't even offer him the courtesy condolences. The Princeling hardly wanted to hear false words of sympathy, of course, but even so. The pallid boy didn't offer her a thank you — mostly because those were words that Ira hardly ever uttered.

He looked to Bones then, expectantly, wondering if it was safe for them to go ahead and finish catching up with one another, or if Bazi had anything more she wanted to say to him.