Redtail Rise worn out your welcome

There was something terribly wrong, and not in the same way Reek implied when he spoke of Arion's addiction. This was a different sort of wrong. A sorrowful sort. A soft whine eked between her lips and she considered closing the distance, bringing him back to reality with a touch upon his back, but Saena's feet were glued to the floor beneath it. Only the wind, light and playful, stirred her. His voice rumbled out, though he never looked away from the horizon, and as she strained to hear, her heart dropped.

There were a lot of things she wanted to say, including, "yes, you fucking prick!" but in the end she said, "no. I could never call you a traitor." She never should've called Smash a traitor either, she realized, wordlessly or otherwise. "But... why would you?"

She of course didn't understand the depth of Arion's concern about his newfound emotions. She had always worn hers on her sleeve, failing completely to be the aloof woman she'd once told Osprey she wished she could be. Even when she tried, others could tell what Saena was thinking more often than not. Anger was the only mask that seemed to work for her. "Please don't go," she begged the back of his head, feeling suddenly panicked that one of her closest companions on the ridge would depart from them.