Whitefish River the world's a beast of a burden

her attention returns briefly to the tattered piece of velvet as a breeze teases it along the branch, but she glances back to Evergreen after a brief moment. his answer isn't unexpected; she's not sure when last she's spoken to someone who is truly doing "well". when he asks, however, she skirts the question almost entirely. "I'm alright. it seemed a good pack, and I needed a place I could be useful." 

curious, seeing the state she'd seen him in last, she asked, "how long have you led here?"