"Aye," he answered with a sudden warmth. It felt good to be remembered, even as he knew he couldn't quite remember her. How unfair of him. How unfriendly.

"I'm afraid I don't know your name, miss..."

Casual talk? Yes. But his hand was once again on his sword's handle. And he was turning away from her -- trusting her implicitly -- as he took stock of the bone yard.