Lost Creek Hollow domestic pressures

mona sank against the strength of gannet's side, relieved that he had accepted her request so quickly. they moved in silence, and at his question, the girl blinked rapidly several times. "yes. but not with you," the small cardinal added quickly, her murkwater eyes moving to his for a second of reassurance.
"i am ... not used to asking for help," mona admitted, deciding that to be plain was more important than preserving her mannerly nature. "so i suppose," she went on, squeezing her eyes shut as a wave of nausea threatened her again, "it is myself with whom i am angry."