Lost Creek Hollow Once I Get a Grip

"I fully agree. I'd have been a much better fighter had I gotten that experience."
Then, he saw fear crinkle into every crevice of her mouth. Her eyes. Her cheeks. Her ears.

His ears fell tense to his skull, all the way until his bitter muscles couldn't hold it any longer. And her question she asked, direct and cut, cut into his throat for an answer he didn't think he had. Only a tired frown upon his features resided now, his eyelids suddenly being weighed down by armies.

With averted eyes, he thought until his voice came out meek. "I don't know."