Whitefish River Ask Me Why

That's okay she says, but clearly to him, it is not. Not even a little. He wouldn't even look in her general direction for the moment, afraid of looking into those judgmental eyes, looking into the damage he had done again. it was awkward, he made it so. It was his fault. Only a couple ears flickered as she mentioned the need for a teacher and he remained still. 

With a sigh he rose to his feet again, with a little difficulty from the pain he was now feeling in his gut. I'll think about it. Feeling nothing but embarassement from his actions, he began to wander off into the woods - perhaps find somewhere to rest for a day or so before continuing on his path back to Rusalka to heal completely. He was too tired right now to make the whole way back.