Grouse Thicket thou bleeding piece of earth

Shalon looked down at Nico quickly as he started coughing, she smiled softly at his attempted grin and reassurance. She listened carefully, his words spoken quietly. She wished she hadn't listened so closely, finding the sting more hurtfully than she would have imagined. So not only did he know her. But he seemed to know he well. At least well enough to be on the same standing as her. She would take a sligthly step back, her sadened expersion returning. She looked back at the female across from her, who was she? Emotions she rarely felt. Jealousy. Envy. Sadness. Why would he defend her? She remained quiet though, this wasn't the time.

Her question was logically, Shalon too wanted to know the answer. Shalon had assumed it had been the woman, but if she had inflicted these wounds she wouldn't be questioning them. She looked between the two, although her gaze came to rest on Nico. Awaiting his answer.