Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

the silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. just there, stretching between them like an old, familiar thing. she didn’t mind it. better this than forced conversation, than someone trying to talk her into sleep like it was a choice she just wasn’t making.

ain't much of a night for sleep, either.

after a moment, she tilted her head, eyes flicking toward him again. “why's that?”