Otter Creek just a reflex

"Okay, Muscle Man," Lane mimicked, in exactly the same way he had said Lady Lane. The edge of her mouth curled up in a knowing half-smile. It was clear she had hit a nerve with the kid.

Her smile dropped away when he accused her of being weak. That hit a nerve with her, actually. She WAS weak, it was true. Being raised by pacifists will do that to you. 

Lane stood up as well, stretched her muscles out, and shook off. She took her time answering.

"Oh, I dunno," she drawled, giving her ruff a few offhanded swipes with her tongue. "I'll probably just outrun you. Should be easy, since you have all that muscle to drag around. And I'll smell your shitty ass coming a mile away." 

Lane bent down to pick up the tangled mass of chervil roots. "Prove me wrong," she challenged, words slightly garbled by the rootball in her jaws. With that, she turned and ran. 

Lane wouldn't chance looking back to see if the boy was following her. She needed to run for a bit, to get her blood pumping and warm her bones after that soaking. In a few bounds, Lane would be nothing more than a blur, flying along the riverbank.

Fade here? If Han follows her, feel free to start a new thread for them in one of the territories up or downstream.