Violet
Tow's eyes widened, her composed expression cracking for just a moment.
"You had a mate?" she repeated, quieter this time, and studied my face with renewed intensity. "When did they reject you?"
I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "I… I do not know how many days have passed, but I wandered on my own for around three days before… he found me. It faded some time in the camp."
"And you have recovered completely from the rejection?"
I nodded.
Tow went still. Then she frowned, looking away from me as a thoughtful expression settled on her face. She touched her chin. "Rejection sickness should linger for months, especially in someone with... your constitution. But that shouldn't fully be enough… unless you had a near-death experience…?"
I stayed quiet, and my heart beat faster.
She must have heard it because she immediately looked at me. I averted my gaze and to my surprise she didn't ask anything. Not right after.
