**"Actually, I have no idea,"** Violet responded to Jack's comment, finishing the last bite of her rabbit. When she had followed Ronan towards Shade, she had dropped it in the dirt. It wasted her some extra time to clean it off with her hands, but it was still food. And by the sounds of her grumbling stomach, that was better than anything else, **"Never tried,"** she spoke through a mouthful of rabbit before tossing the leg somewhere in the now mostly darkened forest.

As Jack made himself comfortable, so did Ronan. And for once, that didn't actively involve holding a shotgun.

Violet would be kidding herself if she believed this was simply because he was low on ammo or because Jack obviously showed some regeneration factor, but maybe she wasn't. Maybe Ronan genuinely was alright with Jack's presence, though his facade was always a mystery to her and she could never tell if someday he would end up going soft.

Violet caught a glance of Ronan from across the fire that was now dying down. He was relaxed against a tree with his arms crossed and eyes scanning the woods, as if he were expecting trouble. Though this didn't seem to bother Violet much as she found herself in a ball-shaped position on the ground, with a sweater covering her thighs.

A few moments of silence had passed before another word was spoken. This time it was by Ronan, **"Well, Jack. I have a question for ye then. Have you traveled these woods any good or any far?"** 

Wait a minute. . 

_Was **Ronan** truly asking a stranger where a good camping spot could be at?_

That would be impossible to even imagine.