Lion Head Mesa When I can't say that I feel the same

His answer was not fought. She accepted it plainly, moving on to another topic. One he felt was pointless, yet she still brought it forward.

The woman at the lake. Eyes solid as ice, Khaba stared back with firmness. She did not prevent me from leaving. I doubt she cares. Or maybe she did. But he would never know the truth of it. They were feral, the lot of them. Together, we walked only as means of surviving and protecting one another. It all meant nothing more. 

Did Makono suspect there was more? The dark man searched for this answer in both her gaze and tone.