Blackfeather Woods i've got a switchblade in me that cuts before it's open

Her eyes have already averted away from the leader. Her cheeks burn read as his scrutinizing gaze rests upon her, like he can see through whatever facade she’s trying to muster. It feels so obviously written across her face that something happened, that she is not the as she was yesterday. The monster had taken something from her she can’t get back and it would be easy to unload it on someone else. To give them all the pain and hurt and grief caused from such a brief moment.

When he asks if she wants to take a walk with him, her mind screams no. She’d rather keep going, find somewhere secluded, and lick her wounds until she feels better. The brief wash she had before returning the woods doesn’t feel like enough to get clean.

Shivali takes a deep breath, accepting the offer regardless of how she feels, and turns a bit to allow him to lead the way.