Wanda was marshaling the rest of her arguments, but Cloud made it unnecessary. "So you concede. That is good of you," she said, a little ironic. "Not that you have any right to judge my..." My brother and I. But there was no twelve minutes younger little brother to protect here. She shook her head. She felt tired, like this entire situation was draining all her energy. "My actions."
She stared at the flag on the tent behind Cloud, snapping in the breeze. It was not so bad to be asked, Wanda decided. The question was not an accusation, it was meant kindly. "No, I do not wish to talk about it," she said. Feeling oddly formal, oddly grateful for the way it was phrased, explicitly giving her that choice, she added, "Thank you for asking."
She turned toward the gap, feeling like the proper thing to do at this point was to leave. No fine, no condemnation, now it was time to quit while she was ahead. But she was curious, she glanced back to ask, "Why are your eyes like that? Is it okay to ask about it?"