Ocean's Breath Plateau à la dérive en mer

He stayed where he was and she hastily, angrily thought of that was a good thing. He wouldn't try to corner her further, at least not physically. Not that Tegan had ever seemed the sort to go lording over someone just to rub their face in the dirt for no good reason. He certainly wasn't about to do it now in jest when there was no game to be played.

But his mouth kept going, motoring through and over whatever semblance of stewing she had hoped to create for herself. He rightly accused her for being out there though the flash of indignatation she couldn't avoid hurling at him like a dagger. But the words to argue that she was doing nothing of the sort, the lies, they did not come. Let him think whatever he wanted, whatever would appease him.

And when silence finally came, it did not last, but at least they were on the same page.

Her gaze dropped to her feet, still streaked with mud from her venture in the swamp.

"Just go," she mumbled out, a poor icy command she thought him sure to ignore.