Blacktail Deer Plateau curves like a Bugatti --

Perhaps he hadn't realized the scale of his own personal tempest, though her observation certainly brought it to his attention. He looked about himself before redirecting his attention to Harps and reassuring her that he was finished. He told her he could relax. She wished it was that simple, though everything felt complicated after that showdown, much to her sorrow.

She wasn't sure what to say, so Harps let her copper gaze flick up again for a moment before drifting downward before she eventually found some words. "You look like Rosalyn. Are you two related?"