Golden Glade then they spoke, oh the word of the gods.

Though she didn't want to (and honestly if this had been anyone else, she wouldn't have) Eden stood and turned to leave Estelle to her vices. Essie, you'd tell me if something was wrong, right? You...you would tell me, right? Now it was Eden's turn to be choked in the presence of newfound emotions, only this one was much, much less welcome than any other.
She knew this feeling. It was pure, skin-ripping fear. Eden knew Estelle, and she knew when something was wrong with her. But obviously if Estelle didn't want to share, it was something beyond an easy fix, and that scared Eden even more than anything else. It was the unknown that frightened her, but it seemed tonight wouldn't be the one in which she got the answers she seeked. So she shot her cousin one last concerned look before trotting back to the tunnels.