Swiftcurrent Creek let the water wash away your sins

His suspicions were only slightly eased. His eyes regarded her carefully before moving to her leg. It was an old injury—but he did not doubt it bothered her to an extent. Especially in the cold of the winter. 

If you stay, you contribute. She had already offered that, but his gaze was unreadable in that moment—drifting back to the shadows she had come from. So what do you contribute?