"Depends on what you call a monster." She replied, keeping with his tone. It was easier to talk about that way. Detached. Like it was a story from some place far away.
Her feet were light compared to his, too much time sneaking around giving her a soft, quiet step. She knew that would change soon, that her feet would swell and her center of gravity would shift and she'd walk with a wider, heavier gait. But she didn't like to think about that so she shook it from her mind and paid attention to her surroundings again, just in case she had to come back.