Sleepy Fox Hollow daunnes

heda was glad mahler didn't try to touch her or hug her. she would have bitten him, clear as day. the frustration now was that she was crying in front of him, hurt and angry sobs that forced her to turn away.
this was the man who had raised her. but he had also let her family go off and fucking die, heda supposed. she owed him nothing. 
but caracal was up on that mountain, and every minute meant his eyesight might not be saved. she angrily dashed tears from her face and glowered at the somber man. "my husband and i were traveling and ... anyway a goose pecked him right in the eye. it's — there's a lot of blood and it looks really messed up."
heda gestured to the mountain. "it's not far. don't worry, mahler, if it's too much you can just run away from me too." her lips set in a grim line, last barbed thing uttered for now.