For the time being she left the thought of Marian alone. It wasn't worth the strange emotional effort. "We would all benefit from the tunnels, especially if the weather gets sour."
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He didn't talk much but it was likely for the best. He would have been a sour thing, akin to Marian. Maybe she'd be a grandkid of his in another life with the bitterness for life that they seemed to share.
Regardless he just bumped against Sita, a quiet acceptance for her apology. It was the kind of stuff that mattered most to him in his older years. He wasn't the kind to go waving around the whole respect your elders bologna, but he had been accepted as an equal and he wished to be treated as such among the young cubbin'.
He also snorted a mild laugh at the string of bitter musings about the weather from Marian.
Beyond that? He was pretty silent and ready to go whenever they were. Rambunctious lot.