He doesn't need it. [ Really. The rest of the sentence lingers on the tip of her tongue, the events of the day and the buzz from the moonshine blurring some of her thoughts together as she just tries to focus. This wasn't Ravka. Trying to explain Mal felt harder than it should, like he was some quiet piece of herself she needed to hold onto and preserve while trapped here with the Black Heretic.

A soft, sad smile works onto her lips as she looks back down at the sketch. ]

He can find anyone and anything anywhere. If he shows up, he'll find me. He always does. [ Knitting her brows, she frowns a bit, shifting in the chair as her gaze returns to the stranger. ] Sorry. That... wasn't anything you asked for.