Swiftcurrent Creek And do our talking with a laser beam

No one wants to talk about it.

No one but her father — and perhaps Arric, too, but it'd been so long since they'd truly spoken that she didn't think of him then. Mae was quietly sullen for a moment. Then she nodded; Lestan owed her nothing. She knew that. It just sucked.

Mae was softer, if still a bit irritable, when she spoke next. Then what do you want to talk about? It'd better be something interesting, the skeptical tilt of her ears said. If he owed her nothing, she owed him less; here he was claiming to be family, yet where had he been through all the tragedy which had befallen Swiftcurrent Creek?

If he wanted her attention, he would have to earn every moment of it.