Firefly Glen [PHE] fleim

if there was anyone she would rather not meet, it was etienne. he spoke the revelation that he had been to the bypass. oh. that explained his ugliness at the borders of swiftcurrent and further stated why his dour face was in her presence again.
judgement? from a man who hadn't been there or seen fit to make a proper choice between two packs when rivenwood still stood? skaigona resolved then to ignore whatever held that expression in flint, her own stare devoid of warmth as she flicked it over his bristling nape.
she could have laughed out loud when etienne graciously took a break from his glowering to offer help which skaigona did not need and would not take. 
anselm; that he was alive made her blood run with different temperatures, none of which she was able to parse now. but more than this, gideon; she shut her cold eyes, fighting for a civility she could barely muster. "thank you." the qeya? after all the way they'd come?
"we know where it is." i don't need your help.
amadeo had hurt anselm — skaigona focused instead on how best to extricate herself and ezra from the reluctant tour-guide nature of etienne's offer, because she'd be damned if more glaring was going to be in the backdrop of ezra's reunion with his father.
there was nothing more to say. she did not turn from the gathering but stepped deeper into it, motioning for her son. "let's eat first. we'll talk about what to do next." perhaps they could meld into the crowds for a time, find morsels, and grab some hours of rest before they set out again.