Gyrfalcon's Keep xi. could you tell me like it is? pretty little fears.

Realization strikes her, drawing her eye to open and find the citrine of his - forced to grapple with the fact that he is real as his baritones strike her ringing ears. Dread curls in the depths of her, drying her tongue and swirling her stomach with nausea. 

"I waited for you," she promises earnestly, "but the Kingdom would have sent rangers, I had to go home." 

"What did they tell you, the Lireans?" she ventures cautiously, suddenly struck by the fact that they might have revealed the nature of her crimes to Daegon.

Suddenly terrified they hadn't.