Meadowlark Prairie Codex

her words met their end in their swift deterrence of the man, who declined quickly any offer she had made. the listener looked upon him implacably as he spun gilded words, backpedalled, and soon departed their company. for a long moment, she gazed after the would-be blackfeather, ruined lips curving as she turned to greet wintersbane's inquiry with a warm look.
there is no need. i did not trust him, and if he returns, he will be a sacrifice.
perhaps a crueler expression than he had seen thus far graced her features, but soon ebbed for her usual countenance. she turned back toward the wood, glancing to him to see if he would accompany her.