After Roshan left, Faelyn sat back down, staring at the grinding herbs without seeing them.
Her mind was racing, but not just with fear.
Roshan was struggling. Trying to be better than his father while wondering if being better made him weaker. Trying to trust his instincts while not becoming paranoid. Trying to protect her while respecting her agency.
And he had no idea she could hear every thought.
[That was smooth, Fur. The way you validated his suspicion without letting on you can hear him thinking.]
'He needed to hear it. He was spiraling.'
[He WAS. And you pulled him back. Good job.] Pause. [Now can we talk about the OBVIOUS TRAP?]
'Yes. Yes we can.'
[Fur. Listen to me very carefully.]
Puffball's voice had gone from screaming to deadly serious in the space of a heartbeat.
[That rogue wolf. The one who watched you and smiled and promised to 'meet you properly soon.' Remember him?]
'How could I forget? He's haunting my nightmares.'
