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

He fully stepped away from her at her admission, swallowing thickly Emrik gave her a once over. His eyes scanning her again, clinically, without emotion. Verifying that she wasn't bleeding all over the place, or hurt in any sense of the word. Because if she had been, there was no telling the fury that would have rained down. The rage that would have consumed him. He took a few calming breaths, trying to come to a logical conclusion.

"Is someone dying?" It wasn't often that Emrik whipped the emotion from his tone, and the feelings from his gaze. Especially from Speedy. She was his confidant, his sounding board, his everything. So to hide his emotions from her. There was certainly going to be hell to pay. "Because that is the only reason I could imagine you venturing anywhere outside the territory in your condition." There was a bite to the edge of his words, the only inkling to the storm brewing within him.