Silverlight Terrace I'm not my season

Wow, not an ounce of cheer to him, was there. Bridget shut her mouth and sat back, but watched him with a glimmer of amusement of her own. She didn't mind, honestly. It took a lot more than 'stoic' to dissuade her from making a potential friend, especially when this was the only shelter for a ways.

Wish I could help, but the only younger boys I know are all locally sourced. By the way he worded it, it sounded like he wasn't too worried for their well-being. If he'd chosen to leave that made sense, and she wondered at the fact that he'd be sent to retrieve him. Imagine that! Hard to, when she'd been practically driven from her own home. Still by her own choice, of course, but must be pretty different there. The stodginess felt familiar.

And you want him back to fill that position, even with running away? She let out a low whistle. Must be some kid.