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She stopped, mouth hanging ajar as she kicked herself inwardly. How could she let that slip out like that? Before Bat could really punish herself, Tegan did the job for her. Swiftly and without batting an eyelash, he answered: "No." The youth felt the breath catch in her throat. She truly hadn't meant to ask him that just now, though as her mercury eyes took in his drowsy, puzzled features, she realized that by springing it on him so randomly, she had gotten the most honest answer possible.

He demanded to know why she'd asked, which was fair. Bat's mouth opened and closed as she felt her heart sink into her stomach, then down into her feet. So, that was that then. She might have to choose between Tegan and traveling—real traveling, far and wide, unattached to a pack—at some point. They were arguably both her first love, previously all pleasantly mixed up together but now mutually exclusive. Of course, there was always the possibility (probability, really) that Tegan didn't feel the same way anyhow and if she ever told him how she felt, he would put her out of her misery just as quickly as he'd answered her spontaneous question.

"Just wondering," she replied haltingly, trying to start walking again. Her legs felt like they were full of jelly or sand or some unpleasant mixture of both. "Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to blindside you..." she apologized awkwardly, falling silent as they neared the den.