Lost Creek Hollow crows remember human faces

when arbiter at least seemed satisfied with the current state of things, terance relaxed. he took her gentle touch as a search for reassurance, though terance didn't really observe her as being frazzled. more so... on edge, and as far as he was concerned, arbiter was always on edge. quite well, terance chirped, returning the nudge to the crown of her head, i was telling him about the kids.

he paused, gathering her reaction briefly, then nodded towards him. he was asking about their names -- which you're a little more involved with than me, he said with a small smile, casting law a look that was less accusatory than arbiters and more friendly. terance was typically the warmer of the two anyway.