Whitebark Stream i'll take the sweat from your palms,

You scared me.

She mumbled halfheartedly, taking him by her side with ease. In the silence she was consumed by thought. Unsure if it was better to tell him she had found nothing or better to say nothing at all.

Quickly she settled on the latter of the options. Figuring that perhaps he — they? — could use the hushed moment by the stream. In a bit, she would find it in her to speak.

If he didn't first.