Fox's Glade Guess Who

She raised an eyebrow at him. We? she questioned. He had left without a single word, so the fact that he still considered himself a part of Easthollow was irritating. Still, she didn't press him further on the matter, instead deciding to answer his question. I guess so, she said, some of the fire leaving her tone. We have a lot of new members, so that helps, she continued, finally taking a seat. She was suddenly struck with the realization that he probably knew nothing about Illececbra. Part of her wanted to let him find out on his own--she owed him nothing, most especially not her sympathy. But, she wasn't a cruel woman, and it didn't feel right not to tell him. Also, I'm not sure if you know, but Illecebra passed recently of sickness. Her gaze fell a little, feeling sad for him despite everything. She was really cursing herself now; he didn't deserve her kindness, but yet she offered it like the idiot she was.