Bitterroot Valley Paying a Social Call

Thanking him. Barrett shook his head, a light chuckle leaving his lips. Ain't no need, he said, directed towards the pair of him. Barret stood, now. Yet to take his leave, but, silently sharing that he was free to go, if they so wished for such privacy. Just doin' my job, came humblest tone.
He could see it, in the air shared between them, the past that they seemingly held together, that there was much to be said. To be shown. To be told. And so Barrett gave a nod to the band-chief, giving a low chuff, before ultimately turning away. Lumberin' off towards his warm, pelt-lined den.

— exit Barrett!