[She does note that distant look in his eyes—the kind that she's always hated because she never knew how to read it, or how to reach him when he did wear it, hates it even more now given how they left things, but she huffs out with a small laugh instead, masking that uncomfortable shift.]

You always did enjoy hunting, did you?

[With her, at least. They would often go out and hunt for meat together to bring back to Stonhyrr on the quieter days and would steal some for themselves over a fire before returning.

Though, there's something else that bothers her about this, and thanks to that, Ash manages to get a catch on the mouse again.]

You say that as if it was a terrible thing. They say that dogs make good companions.