Swiftcurrent Creek the difficulty of Sundays

want to wrap this up and have a new one? <3

Any other time, she might have had more of a reaction to learning of Kavik's mate — to learning that she'd not only ruined her own life, but had stolen someone else's in the process. But all she can feel is tired. Her expression remains unchanged, even as Ruenna's words cut through her like a white-hot dagger and the air suddenly burns in her lungs. Kavik's mate. She'd really fucked up this time.
Her gaze drops again as Ruenna nudges her shoulder. Thank you, She repeats quietly, voice brimming with emotion as she closes her eyes for a beat. When they open again, her exhaustion is clear in her features. I'm sorry for your loss, Ruenna — for everyone's. I never meant to... She swallows, unable to finish the sentence, and falls silent for several beats. I'm sorry. She can't bring herself to let on that she hadn't even known about Liri; she can't do that to Kavik. Whether she likes him or not (and she truly can't decide), she needs him now — and that means she needs to keep the opinions of wolves like Ruenna away from him, or at least muted for now. She can't let him fall apart under the weight of their mistake, even if she feels herself on the verge of the same.
Can we — keep this between us, for now? She asks after a moment, ears falling slightly against her skull with embarrassment. She hates that she needs to ask — but she isn't ready yet. Not for any of this, but especially not for her packmates' judgment and certain ire; at least, not while her wounds are still so fresh.