Lion Head Mesa [m] crackling

If they live. She blinked. His wife died. These were things Serein had not considered, that she or her brood might perish somewhere along the way. Or that there had been another before her. The heat in her ears intensified, but no apparent judgment was forthcoming from the woman. That was a small mercy.

Serein stepped back, putting distance between herself and the scattered contents of her stomach. He had a wife? She found herself questioning in a hollow attempt at distracting herself from the heavy pit in her stomach. No, she didn't know him at all.