Kalista pondered that, "Some lands they do stop people from hunting, don't they?" She had lived by a very small town. They could always hunt if they wanted, and her family were... good hunters. After the fire she didn't remember how long she'd run. Until she collapsed. Fear was greater than pain. She ran her fingers over the strap of her bag and shivered.<br/><br/>Fish... she loved fish. "You never had a brooke trout?" Now that seemed crazy to her. She didn't want to even think about the rest of his rambling. It seemed too crazy to her. Like she was to what? Pretend to be his wife? All she knew about him was he liked salted meat and owned a really big knife. He also talked a lot, but that was men for you. They always claimed women went on because girls liked to give details, but rambled on themselves. She shook her head, "I'll help you clean up, maybe you can get hired then."<br/><br/>Why in the world she offered that she had no idea. It wasn't like he could<span style="font-style: italic">make</span>her pretend to be his wife and travel with him. That... it wasn't like her feeling kind of obligated to share a meal. She stopped when they reached the Inn. She stared at the door for a long moment. Then she realized that she was looking crazy again and forced herself to hobble forward.<br/><br/>It was awful. Worse than she's expected outside of a town. There were so many people inside. She could hardly breathe. She couldn't make herself go forward. She tried, she tried to convince herself to look normal and not just stand there, but her heart was beating so hard she couldn't hear her own thoughts. Kalista began to tremble, her hands going white knuckled on the strap of her bag as she stared in horror at the numerous patrons of the Inn.