Lone Star Mountain just a stoic statue, fit for a nobody

her eyes misted; skaigona drew a breath and nodded. for a moment she was unguarded, heda again.
he sounded like anselm, a fact which made her jawline jump with emotioned muscles; what had he done? why had he fought amadeo? and fled?
"thank you, ezra," she said hoarsely, falling to a silent meal.
later, she watched him as he partook of his portion. "baby. did gideon ever say anything about the sorts of places he liked to be? forests or open places, or by water? i'm thinking we should search this side of the mountains first. but — we should go back. i only ran because of — because of —" druid.
another agony. she cleared her throat and looked away. "we'll go back to rivenwood. look there first. then — well. it'll be cold, ezra, the taiga. but we'll have to look both places first. and we'll look for your sisters, while we're looking. and, oh, wouldn't it be so nice if you met your older brothers too," rambling, rambling.