[He doesn't give her an answer to that. Not a verbal one, anyway. He meets her gaze head on, brow furrowed, the corners of his mouth drawn tight with disquiet, frustration both old and new.
Then he shrugs it off, shakes away from it as if with physical effort, pent up energy. Turns and shoulders past her to walk down the shore along the route they're meant to be guarding.
That's not an outcome he's willing to consider, either.]
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Then he shrugs it off, shakes away from it as if with physical effort, pent up energy. Turns and shoulders past her to walk down the shore along the route they're meant to be guarding.
That's not an outcome he's willing to consider, either.]