Heron Lake Plateau my disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state

Yet again, Quixote was left wondering.  Their conversations seemed to keep ending somewhat abruptly, and he wasn't exactly wise to why that was.  He just never saw whatever the hell it was Raven saw in her.  To him, Ceara was just some awkward packmate, one that had unclear motives and just seemed to exist on the edge of his own personal bubble.  She was one that seemed to often walk away.

Honestly, he'd been expecting some sort of fight on it.  Hell, to a point he wanted one, to prove that this place was a bad choice like some sort of distant snark at Towhee or X or whichever was more at fault.  But no.  She shrugged, she left.  He frowned.  Okay.  I.. Guess.  Was that really it?  What was he missing?  Ugh.

Whatever, assuming she really did head off, he sighed, picked up what had been delivered, and headed back on his route.  He hated people sometimes.  They didn't make sense.