Bearclaw Valley Este's been losin' sleep.

I like that.
If the man was happy with her, things would be better. He'd taken care of her for weeks now; Abel too, and it couldn't be for nothing. They had to find their way back to one another. Indra could do that. She had to make this work -- there was nowhere else to go.
I won't lie, she answered, resolute. I won't. Lying is bad. A little frown creased her brow. As strong as Indra's voice became as she said this, her haunches quaked.