"...Won't I?" The question is tired. "Hell, won't we all? Small towns like this get deeply knotted roots. We're outsiders. Worse, we're almost mercenaries, promised the chance to pack up and leave. Maybe the white-haired lady entertains some people whose lives were bad, but will the townsfolk? I'm..."

"...Haven't even been here a week and I'm catastrophizing about overstaying my welcome. I am. Not a very good necromancer yet, Bri'd be smooth as silk."

River is 100% wrong about this, Bri is just better at not letting people see her sweat.