[ There is something comforting in the reassurance that he isn't going anywhere. She has his serape warming her lap, and she pulls it up a little closer. She recalls an old sweat shirt of his that she'd worn holes into for all the times she's worn it after he'd been gone. It felt a little bit like that.

It's not hard to miss the little smile that she gives despite that it's only there for a moment. ]

Guess we will.

So, tell me the worst. How bad does this place get? What do I have to look forward to in my time here?