Verdigris Ravine us weirdos have to stick together, right?

And although she had no desire to eat, Kusuma found herself hungry. Must be the litter stirring inside her. They should eat, and in turn, she should. 

She picked up the turtle's meat in slender snout, gobbling it down without tasting. It would not agree with her later.

And she looked at Zoug, a man she once thought she wanted for half a second.

He, too, had chosen another, and maybe that was her own fault for not talking with him more, but a lot happened and frankly, his presence was not helping. 

Kusuma thanks Zoug. 

Just about the only act of kindness she'd gotten in recent memory that hadn't been clouded in an air of a freshly-painted image of despair. 

Its niceness felt hollow, as did she.