Neverwinter Forest (m) he reflects hope and worry like a troubadour

She didn’t expect the question. Towhee hadn’t planned on doing anything with it. She glanced at the blood clot congealing in the snow, then back at Dutch. She thought about telling him she wouldn’t stop him if he wanted to eat it, though Towhee managed to restrain herself from being abjectly terrible.

-“I let nature reclaim it,”- she said instead. -“Sticks? What for?”- she added in the next breath, keen to move on from her body’s expulsions.