Re: Dinah and Hill
It was a question. Not an impolite one and not even a very pointed one, but a question none the less and one that she hadn't had to answer in a what seemed like a very long time. It wasn't necessarily hard to answer, or to reflect on the past- but it seemed so long ago now that it was an entirely separate life, one she scarcely remembered as being her own. In fact, most days it seemed just as likely that all of that had just been a dream.
"My husband was a cartographer, he created maps for the railroads. I traveled with him because I don't much care for being left behind. " She didn't answer the unspoken questions about her husband's death. It wasn't a story for polite company, and not just because someone died in it.
"How long have you been stationed at Fort Shield?"