Jade Fern Grove but you are dressed in night and snow

She did not know.

There was the slow release of pressure when the words tumbled free and yet — I fear if we talk of this too much then I'll have no good things to say. A curl of her lips into a smile that was anything except happy.

She had already said too much, had she not spoken in such a disjointed way as to let the negativity break free from her confines?