Swiftcurrent Creek No one loves the broken one

He noticed, but didn't comment, on how she seemed to repeat her words.

What he tried to focus on more was the sadness that clung to her like a wet shawl. As if any attempt to pull it off would just make it stick elsewhere.

He wondered if everybody here was just awfully grim, one step away from some tragedy. The old woman seemed as much too. Although she wasn't sad just...dying. Maybe already dead. He tried not to think about her too much now.

Wus to be dun to make ya feel better?

Tentatively he moved closer, prepared to sit next to her as support if she didn't push him away.