Hushed Willows isumanguruk

Somehow he could see through her. Perhaps it was because he had seen her do the same types of behaviour to Stjornuati on occasion. Perhaps it was the way she had pushed and shoved against other members of the Watch while she was stuck there. Whatever the case, he knew her too well, and she both relished it and hated it.
It is like you think I do not care for you, she answered glumly, her head still lifted as though proud of herself somehow. You will be fine. You do not care about me anymore, and so they will not touch you whatever it is I do, she explained, the dark truth wrapping itself about her. The full truth was that she hated the distance Kigipigak had placed between them. When it suited him, he had fought for her, only to continue ignoring her existence after that as well.
Besides, I have no plan, my pet, she answered, frowning, finally lowering her ears and head a bit. She looked away from him balefully toward the mountain. She wished it would blow up. Maybe that would make them all leave, and she could start over atop their rocky graves.