Tormented Tarns oh, sinners, let's go down

I think so. She whispered in response, hesitant to give a more solid answer. What if she said yes and it turned out to be nothing? Her heart felt like it was rattling the cage of her ribs. Here. Her nose hovered just an inch above where she had picked up the scent. She deeply refused to make the call on if it was truly Sobek or not. It was hard to keep down the itch to follow it though and see where it might lead the traveling family. Back home? Further away?

She struggled to understand the meaning of all of this anyway. Why hadn't he been able to just stay home?