Whitefish River A Sparrow Sits on the Backstep, Watching

Was he flirting? It certainly sounded like it, but she wasn't positive. It was rather uncomfortable. Still, Hieoronymous was her mentor, so she decided to ignore it, instead thinking about the rest of what he said. The walk had been long, but after the detour she had taken, she didn't want to waste anymore time. "I just need a minute. Then we can begin." She sat down, letting the exhaustion seep from her tired paws.