Dejah's expression is somewhere between stricken and wooden. Because they are both fools, obviously.

"They were not together. Edgar was upset and fled the bar before he knew there was a storm coming. Curtis went after him when he heard it was blowing in." She dips her head, one hand over her eyes. Woola leans heavily against her side.

When she speaks, there is a pained heaviness to her voice. She hates being powerless to help. "There's history between them. I do not believe either one of them is thinking clearly."