Kintla Flatlands now I'm chained

Catamaran had only very rarely met women who felt the need to pay him any amount of respect. He did not expect it from this stranger, and did not take it personally, either. He only felt safe approaching because she was quite a bit smaller than him — he was sure he could fend her off even in his condition. Even if...

"I feel like crap," he replied, speaking candidly, for once. Weariness had loosed his tongue.

To a certain point.

The bounty hunter did not stop as he drew nearer, but he did slow his pace. He came alongside her, at a healthy distance, his nose lifted into the breeze. She had him at a disadvantage, however, and he half-circled to try and get a better sniff.

"You look healthy enough," he noted. He'd know — he was taking a good, long look at her, after all.