Sunspire Mountains he threw me on the needle bed, across my dress he laid

As with all things Riley, it took ample time for him to register the complexity that was Orlaith's most recent revelation:
A. We're not enemies anymore
B. The bitterness in her tone.

He perused this information at his own pace, a furrow appearing on his brow as he tried to pick apart the nuances that was her tone. What did she mean? Had silver-tongued Donovan at last forged an alliance between them? Why would she sound so disappointed about that?

Of course, Riley had realized under no uncertain terms that he had made a poor impression of himself among the Faeries. He didn't give a flip, naturally -- but why the change in stance then?

Maybe she was lying. Riley glanced at her unsteadily, still fully aware of their proximity.

There was a lull of silence, nothing but the rain pitter-pattering above.

It seemed only the rain would speak between the two of them, but finally Riley stirred.

"What?"