Silver Creek for the man is not of the woman

the jab stings slightly--she has always been slightly self-conscious of her diminutive frame--but she lets it pass without an iota of recognition over her face, instead giving him a gracious smile. thank you, addison says. i am very grateful for everything you do for us. you keep us fed, even in the worst of times. blegh. complimenting harrison is like eating dirt.

i was collecting moss, brother, she says mildly, dipping her head to sniff at the meat. the succulent aroma floated up her nostrils and made drool pool within her mouth; she swallows it slowly before continuing. i do not want our stores to be short, in case of emergency. still ruing the muddy state of her coat, she begins to tear daintily at the rabbit, picking it apart with neat, small bites.

convention says that ladies do not talk and eat all at once, but this was okay--she didn't want to speak with harrison, anyway. it was already bad enough that she felt obligated to him for the meal.