Heron Lake Plateau your shadow weighs a ton

"Wait."

It didn't sound like she really wanted her to wait, though.  She turned back around but didn't move closer, and her posture was neutral and statuesque as she regarded the butterscotch girl.

What now?  Did Niamh think that she had lured Screech out of the den and had set out to do all kinds of nefarious things to the poor invalid?

She made a noise in her throat, Hm? in response, because maybe if she didn't say anything at all it couldn't be misconstrued and twisted around.  Her brow was raised as Niamh tended to screech so tenderly — something she did not want to watch — and she impatiently waited for some kind of reponse.