Ansom and Vinny Doombats sit at a campfire, as some meat (inexplicably) roasts on a spit. Ansom's arms are folded, rested on his knees, and he looks thoughtful as he rests his chin on his arms. Vinny leans back on his arms, looking over his right shoulder at Ansom.
He may be correct.
Ditching him might not mean she betrayed us.