Stutely snorted derisively. "What do you think?" He gestured around at the three of them, the three gaunt, hollow-cheeked faces. Recently? Take a bloody guess.
Still. He actually seemed ready to cop to his fuck-ups, which was something. Course, he'd been all apologies last time he'd shown his face, too, right before he'd pissed off and left them all in the lurch again.
"The Sheriff left us to starve; was only luck we got out at all. That was Christmas Eve. We still don't know where he's taken Marian."