Sunbeam Lair bury the hatchet

i'm okay, bhediya replied. the final syllables were emphasized, drawn-out to communicate her skepticism. there was something odd about salvatore that she couldn't quite place, so with a smile she asked, you sure you're alright? he could have just preferred formal conversation, which she would have respected, but still...

the pair continued on their path. looking up at sal (as one must so often do), she gave another grin but stopped herself from another shoulder bump. are you...patrolling? bhe wondered, having already assumed this to be the case, i'm not very good at it but i make for decent company.