Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home

Pelts, that's what it was. At first, Fennec didn't think much of it. But something about the way he responded so casually pinged her suspicions, and after a moment, she felt her stomach drop. Why was he making this place more comfortable? Did he know or suspect anything? Was he trying to hint that, make her come clean because he was actually pissed at her for keeping it a secret?

It was insane. But that seemed to be the going mood of her brain of late, and like a switch she went from playful to upset immediately without any control over it. It was even worse than the week that had caused this entire mess and she hadn't thought that possible.

I'm good, she replied a little too quickly, turning away and stepping to the side so she could collect herself for a second. For a moment, all she'd been able to feel was terror that he'd found out and she knew if he saw he'd know instantly. Hopefully he hadn't but she had no way of knowing for sure. She didn't even know for sure how that worked.

He can't. There's no way. She tried to derail the knee-jerk panic silently. It didn't really work all that well, though, because all of this was just a really solid reminder that the longer she didn't tell him, the worse it was going to be. She let the silence hang, awkward now.