Swiftcurrent Creek the difficulty of Sundays

She nods slightly when Ruenna confirms that she can eat it, forcing the plant down her throat with a painful swallow. The touch startles her slightly, but she doesn't pull away at first, finding comfort in the small contact. At the woman's next words, though, she can't help but draw back with wide eyes. No, I — he didn't force me, it was — She swallows hard, embarrassed and horrified with herself. We both made a mistake.
She pauses, sucking in a deep breath as she considers how to approach the topic of Kavik. Ruenna and Kavik are certainly closer than she is with either of them, and she feels uneasy about breaking the news. But it has to be done. Kavik um... already knows. Her tone suggests more, but she can't bring herself to say it outright. She swallows, cursing herself silently as the first of the tears begin to fall; she's never been so emotional, and it's incredibly uncomfortable.