Bitterroot Valley but now she won't be going back with the rest

Though Elowyn doubled down on her plans, Angel remained skeptical of them. That was fine — it seemed they were in harmony, there.

She blew out a heavy breath when a question was asked of her. A laugh, almost, except her emotions were too mixed to allow for that kind of levity. Still, she was frank with the other woman as she began to speak:

"Oh, for over a month, now," she explained, looking over at the distant woodlands to confirm this — the change in the leaves had been quite dramatic during her convalescence. Now they were mostly bare. "I met Sega right after I injured my paw, and I was sick with fever for weeks after that. Still recovering."

Only now did her gaze drop, demure.

"He cared for me while I was delirious and weak," she admitted in a rush, peeking up at the other woman's face. "Embarrassing, right? Especially when he's so..."

She huffed out another sharp breath.

"I mean that he's real handsome, don't you think?" she asked, pressing insistently for an answer; confirmation to her suspicions. She was no longer peeking, but staring intently at Elowyn's face. Was this a normal feeling?