Haunted Wood gypsies, tramps, and thieves

"Yeah, I'm sure we will. No one died, so it's okay," he assured, dipping his head. "Nothing that we can't recover from." And in his head, it was true. Perhaps it would take longer for some to heal from, but it was still not the end of the world.

And now was the thing he needed to discuss, but did not want to. "Well, he said something that's been bothering me." He swallowed hard, hesitated, before continuing. "He said he couldn't stand to be with rogues and monsters anymore. That's why he was leaving, apart from the girl." Red eyes flicked back up to Valour. "I was worried that, y'know, we might be... doing things, that I wasn't... I'm not the most observant, so I wanted to make sure we weren't... killing anyone."