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Wylla frowned. Mahler often had that stoic old man air about him, but he typically looked at her face and not the ground. It seemed sheepish or guilty in a way, and a hundred different assumptions, most of them negative, a few of them devastating, flew through her mind in those ticking seconds.

Well, it would stand to reason that in the typical absence of reciprocation, he might find another to pursue or fall out of love with her, which was the foremost of her assumptions. She supposed that was only fair considering she didn't know how she should feel about him anymore, but that didn't mean she wanted to hear about it.

Without a word, Wylla sloshed over to the rock and clambered back atop it. This was likely going to be uncomfortable enough without standing in the chilly water, if even one of her thoughts was correct. Stashing the duck to the side, she turned her eye upon him and said, oookay?