Blackfoot Forest settle down, set it right

"you're the one that called out to me."

he already knew she didn't love him. he already knew he wasn't enough. he was weak. he was a coward. he was pitiful and useless and moonspear spat upon his very name. he knew all of this. if lyra truly wanted to talk about something, then she should talk, terance-- for once-- wasn't going to sit around and be insulted. he had things to be doing, and though the idea of leaving lyra-- who was beautiful as ever standing right before him-- pained him, he knew it was wiser to leave.

terance's gaze narrowed onto her, his ears angled forward. "did you have anything newly profound to say or can i go now?" he asked-- asked for permission. his chin raised gently, ears flicking.