Shadewood no it damn well doesn't

he really meant to stay? there was no game afoot? what the hell had happened to colt briggs to settle his spirit so much - if not some gussied up attempt at fatherhood, then what? indra couldn't fathom it. there had to be some deeper game at play, one where he kept his cards close to his chest. if he wasn't going to trust her with the facts then -- well, fuck colt briggs.

it all sounded so boring. not at all the rough, hard life indra had grown in to. she could hardly justify it for colt, and wouldn't ever entertain the thought for herself. what did she deserve stability for? the calm was what upset her more than the chaos these days; it was unfamiliar, and she was always on-edge.

could'a raided this place and moved on, dumbass. she answered with a surly tone, narrowing her eyes at him - then looking away, deflating a little.

indra peered at the surroundings as if the world was suddenly so enthralling, versus her current company.

i'll be around when ya come to yer senses. for now she was satisfied enough to linger, biding her time until colt saw fit to fill her in on this nefarious plot she'd now convinced herself was at-play; she'd have to prove herself, somehow, but that was fine. indra was always doing that.