Wapun Meadow imfou

she did not know any of these names, and so turned her face away, plodding beside etienne.
in her mind she envisioned ava, and her state, and the things her mother might say.
the scent of that man still hung on the stranger's coat, stressing and irritating heda, who said nothing as she realized she had given her true name and not her redhawk name to this stranger; "i'd prefer to be called widow."