If pressed, Charlie wouldn't have admitted that she didn't feel better. Better would have been a total burning of someone's village and she knew now why people had gone completely off the rails. To make a point, she'd done what she did, but she also felt kind of sick to her stomach. It didn't show, at least she didn't think it did, but she didn't know if she'd be able to do it again.
Actually, she knew. If someone did something to Miles, to Danny, or even to her mother, she supposed. But she might be sick.
"Yes."
It was a one word answer, a raised eyebrow in his direction to see if he'd challenge it, as she packed her bags. The rest of the men they'd left alive were tied up and she intended to leave them that way. They'd eventually get loose, that was the point, but it'd give them another head start back. She'd made it clear that for every time Georgia retaliated, she'd come back and kill ten men, women, and children and they'd never see her coming. It wasn't necessarily true, but she said it like it was. It was up to them to decide what to do about it. They'd started it.
Not until they were back with their own people did she start to relax from the fight, her stomach tight for other reasons. They'd been gone for too long - what if something had happened to Bass?
Her strides lengthened as she strode back into camp and she left the stories to the others. Heading straight for the general's tent, she didn't expect anyone to stop her and they didn't.
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Actually, she knew. If someone did something to Miles, to Danny, or even to her mother, she supposed. But she might be sick.
"Yes."
It was a one word answer, a raised eyebrow in his direction to see if he'd challenge it, as she packed her bags. The rest of the men they'd left alive were tied up and she intended to leave them that way. They'd eventually get loose, that was the point, but it'd give them another head start back. She'd made it clear that for every time Georgia retaliated, she'd come back and kill ten men, women, and children and they'd never see her coming. It wasn't necessarily true, but she said it like it was. It was up to them to decide what to do about it. They'd started it.
Not until they were back with their own people did she start to relax from the fight, her stomach tight for other reasons. They'd been gone for too long - what if something had happened to Bass?
Her strides lengthened as she strode back into camp and she left the stories to the others. Heading straight for the general's tent, she didn't expect anyone to stop her and they didn't.