Bearclaw Valley is it okay to cry, sometimes?

she watched him mistrustfully as he took a step back; it was a motion in the right direction but it did little to qualm her guarded disposition. he was an outsider; by rights an enemy -- until he fled this place, or made his intentions clear, she would remain doubtful of his purpose.

she was no simpleton - the language he elected to employ held significance even if she was not innately aware of it. she considered his words with a long pause. "what are you hoping to gain from this?" she did not mean a simple meal - what were his true intentions?