[ He agrees with the observation, but somehow, he still feels a bit of a twist in his gut, something clench in his chest. That shadow falls over him again, but Faraday has a bit of practice in these matters, hides it all away behind the face he used in life to play cards and gamble away his money.

Wryly, ] No shortage of men in town who’d be interested, I expect.

The blacksmith, for instance. I think he’s taken a shinin’ to you, too. Maybe he’ll be shufflin’ up that path come next Sunday.