Hard stones to swallow, the responsibly of living when you weren't trying to just survive. Raylan had thought it would be easier to slip back into everything he'd known. It wasn't.

"Tends to be," he quipped softly.

The grip on his hand and the question drew him and his furrowed brow down towards her, body turning to face her slightly with a shift of his weight.

"No way in hell. You're either stayin' with me or with your people, if we can find 'em. Jeff or your Aunt Lenore. Someone we can trust." Raylan tugged her into a hug and wrapped his arms around her. "I ain't lettin' you go back out into the wildness like that."