Bearclaw Valley That I'm not the carefullest of girls

She was thankful for Rala’s obedience, and for Cole’s measured judgement, though she found herself wondering if he might be choosing too gentle a sentence for the woman. She did not sense the kind of fear coming from the woman on the ground that she desired; she was still and calm, hardly offering the kind of currency that Ameline wished to receive.

She’d allowed the woman- Calfury or something like that- the chance to explain, and rolled her eyes back. Tho you admit you trethpathed into claimed territory, an’ now yuh playin’ the victim for jumpin’ to concluthionth about a guardian who’the come to boot out an intruduh, who didn’t attack firtht? She still felt skeptical about the woman’s reasoning. An’ no. I wouldn’t’ve done that, I wouldn’t provoke a man to anger if I couldn’t handle mythelf phythically. Would’ve apologithed, ekthplained, thubmitted, an’ done the name-droppin’ then tho none of thith’d have come to path. An’ if you get yuh ath handed to then, well…Yuh kinda athked for it by treth-pathin’ in the firth-t plathe, tho, She gave the woman an indifferent shrug. 

Fuck around, find out. 

She nodded to Cole.