She told him of the time they had been waylaid by a couple of bandits, and how she had watched her father’s man Jerrens shoot one of them in the chest, how the blast had torn open the woman’s ribcage and spattered the horses with her blood. Jay saw her eyes were alight as she told him, how it kept replaying in her head when she slept, but she didn’t make any mention of nightmares or horror. She seemed simply . . . fascinated. Drawn. She’d spoken to Jerrens differently after that.
