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It should have been obvious to the stranger, her wishes. She allowed the unresponsiveness to wash over her, choosing to remain silent and taking his question as rhetorical. She wasn't one to talk about her problems, even though everybody in Inferni knew about it by now; her intention had never been to make it public. Publicity did nothing but make her more vulnerable, more known to those around her. As long as her name wasn't something that was heard commonly, Talitha had a small amount of safety, like a blanket to draw around her thin shoulders and take comfort in. Perhaps that comfort wasn't earned, and perhaps it was merely an illusion; she would rather live in a world of lies than one where everybody recognised her face.
Not like she was difficult to pick out anyway.
Kharma was probably not the best person to tell about it all, anyway. While she had once been very trusting, and while the man hadn't done anything to prove that he couldn't be given at least that amount of knowledge, it didn't change the fact that he was a stranger. The coyotes of Inferni were her family; they would have to know regardless of who she did or did not tell. But even with Andrezej dead, nothing could keep away her memory. Nothing, short of perhaps drowning herself in alcohol; it was a substance she didn't yet know.
Yeah, but we had bigger problems, she muttered. Inferni killed a coyote the other day. Dare she say who it was? Dare she mention the name, in case Kharma turned out to be a cohort of his? He was an exile from the clan, come back to torment them. Her bright red eyes lifted to meet Kharma's warmer gaze for a moment, and then lowered themselves again. She could still almost smell the blood, but she wasn't about to link herself to the situation. It would only make her more suspicious, or give him the incentive to finish what Andrezej had not.