He hadn't noticed the color of her hair until she turned, seeing as how it was dark on the beach, but a lick of firelight caught it just then in a way that allowed him to see its bright-red hue for an instant. Of course, he would know that voice and body language anywhere—the glimpse of red hair only served to confirm it.

It's not been long, according to his perspective, since she'd recently spared his life, in a manner of speaking anyway, and his momentary shock gives way to a wearied expression of resignation, thin-lipped, his eyes downcast.

If she chooses to walk away now, he won't stop her again, either.