Larksong Grotto There's a struggle coming

She didn't have an answer for him. Just a shrug, and she paused in her pacing while he drifted ever closer, a black smudge among the gray. He didn't ask about the meaning behind her words — probably too afraid of what he might hear — but she couldn't blame him for that.

Undo it. Undo all of it. The pregnancy, the pack — she wasn't specific. But she did turn to regard Reek, finally. No longer did she look away from him or find the floor more interesting. She looked at him and studied his face, seeing the tired lines tracing their way across it; the sorrow there behind his eyes.

I can't be pregnant Reek — I can't have these kids, I don't-- and all at once words flooded out of her. It was like she had just been told all over again, but this time he was blocking her escape, and she was left with only stone and darkness to comfort her. I can't - I can't do this! Was he even hearing her?

Maybe she should have escaped from all of this when she had the chance. Thoughts of Arkham rose up in her mind now, and she clenched her teeth, fighting the sudden desire to scream and cry at the same time.