Morningside Cuesta enter, pursued by a memory

The sight of her exposed teeth drove him back a few steps. He moved instinctively away from the carcass, giving Widow the space to do as she pleased with it. The one-word command that followed was simple enough to understand — but Persia still found his brow furrowing in contemplation. Without any experience having to protect things more vulnerable than he was, he could not understand her reluctance to have him around. Therefore, this aggression seemed awfully suspicious to the young man, who felt he'd been nothing but helpful and so, obviously, would continue to be nothing but helpful.

Even so.

"I'm not gonna fight about it," he replied, taking another step backward, and then wheeling away with a hop and a skip. "Be well, Widow." He jogged back in the direction he'd come, pausing only once to watch her over his shoulder, his green eyes still clouded with grave concern.

There was something weird about this woman, and Persia was going to find out just what that was.

For now, he only retreated quickly from view. He'd double back later on to sneak around some more.