Stone Circle afraid of what's inside

Sanja did not know what he said explicitly, but his tone was one she knew well enough. His posture only shifted slightly, but she saw he had no intention of making this his home.

What could she do? What could she give to make him stay and hunt? The man looked bothered by the very suggestion of lingering. Sanja could not let this bridge be burned because of her desperate attempt to keep a hunter near — and he looked about ready to depart.

Trade, trade! She hurried to say, and pressed herself up against him; not eager, but willing enough. Trade, for hunt.
Bjarna needed to eat and Sanja could only do so much to provide, but she would do anything to ensure the child thrived with her.