[private] I Hate That I Love You |Warlight|

[Warlight]

Warlight

His apology is casts a broad net and leaves her a little confused, but it seems heartfelt, and she likes to hear what comes after it. 

"That sounds good, Clay," she agrees, brushing her muzzle briefly against his as it is stretched out to her. The last few months had been a confusing mess for her, and she had missed him. But he had added to that confusion but she felt more comfortable forgetting about it than delving into the hows and whys. 

"I want my friend back too." 

A cough rattles her thin frame, expelling a fine mist of blood onto the sand. She can't see it, but she knows it's there. What had happened in Pangea seems to hang in the air between them. It was something she had only told Rhae about. She hadn't even allowed Kagerus into her dreams since that day, it had been the only way to hide the event from her mothers. But with everyone so busy recently it hadn't been difficult to do that - something which would have been impossible a year ago. 

As the pause stretches she wonders if she should tell him, or if the information will be too much for him. Would he even want to admit to knowing her anymore if he knew she had taken part in a man's murder? Would he confide her secret in others, putting her place in The Sanctuary at risk? 

She opens her mouth to speak, but she can't bring herself to do it. Within a moment, her mood had completely shifted. 

"You went to Ischia, with Kensa, right?" She asks, having skillfully hidden away whatever brooding feelings which may have briefly darkened her brow. "How was that? Did you meet anyone interesting?" 

Her eyes meet his, and there is not a shred of guilt there to give her away. 

— soul as sweet as blood red jam —