Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20170129233222/@comment-5255416-20170222063447

Taura cringes as the Monk touches her shoulder, passing the opportunity to snark in response. Whatever she needs to go and do, it's important enough that she has taken a serious, business-like demeanor.

"It's none of your concern, Blood Feathers. I need to take care of something that's much more urgent than setting up camp, unless you don't want me in full condition. You will have to trust me when I say that I cannot delay this matter any longer."

She likely chooses not to disclose her business to Hiero to avoid hearing his disapproval of drinking blood from the recently deceased. She trusts that the Monk is smart enough to be discreet and keep the bird from delaying her any longer.

"I can handle myself. I've managed longer than you've been breathing."