Whitefish River You got to make me

Evidently, there was no talking sense or being rational with this guy. Belharra watched him go without so much as a word in edgewise. She might have been smiling a bit, but unless Mal turned around to give her the Sarcastic Last Word spiel that he was prone to do, his departure would probably go without commentary.

She shrugged a second time. If he wanted to be a mopey broody hen she wasn't going to stop him. It was probably for the best she wasn't accepted into his grouping. Belharra considered herself a catch (and for good reason). She wouldn't stick around for anyone who treated her as less than she deserved.

There were worse things in the world than being alone. Belharra waited until the man-child was well and truly gone before she struck off in a different direction, an old ballad hummed on her lips.