Sunbeam Lair the wheezing cough of a smoker’s laugh

Sawbones.

What was that supposed to mean? Color Phox intrigued, if a little bit wigged out. It seemed like she was a bit... maybe not all there. Her words came out broken, her sentences not quite formed. How long had she been on her own, he wondered.

Reyson seemed intent on mending her, but Phox wasn't entirely convinced she was interested in that. She seemed rather standoffish in his opinion. Maybe we should leave her be? he said to Reyson under his breath. Doesn't seem terribly receptive to a helping hand.