Whitefish River You-you-you-you threw my sandwich away. *MY* sandwich?

Again, she realized she hadn't really thought her plans through very well, especially when she realized she would have to admit to Emrik that she had wandered from the borders by herself. Her ears fell and she looked away, the picture of guilty. I wasn't with anyone, she told him hesitantly. Well, except for the other medic she had met while out. But she didn't need to tell him about meeting a stranger right now. She would tell him about it later, when things had calmed down. I wasn't too far to call for hel— she started to say, but quickly cut the sentence off when she realized it wouldn't make things any better. I'm fine, though, she assured him. Just tired. Yes, she was trying to change the subject because she could almost feel his anger bubbling under the surface, growing hotter with every word she spoke.