Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

Cole huffed out a short laugh, shaking his head. That’s not exactly reassuring. His voice carried the weight of dry amusement, laced with something gruffer beneath it. He wasn’t the type to lecture—wasn’t his business how she lived her life—but he’d seen enough reckless souls end up dead to know that her kind had a habit of burning out before they ever had the chance to slow down.
He cast her a sidelong glance, measuring. You run from a lot, huh?: The words weren’t prying, just an observation. Maybe she was like him—always moving, always looking for something to chase or something to leave behind.
His shoulders rolled as he exhaled. Well, if I’m gonna be an improvement, I might as well do the job right. He paused for a beat, then added with a smirk, Not that I’m losin’ sleep over it, either.