Redhawk Caldera maybe you're just an asshole that couldn't sweet talk the princess

she only wanted to grunt in response but that would do nothing for either of them, nothing at all. numbly she watched his red shoulders rise and wondered if he had found someone softer and less angry and younger, even, on his easily accepted flight from br —
fuck
sorana's cries reverberated inside her head at a thousand decibels. her headache returned, and her eyes stung with hot and incensed tears.
"well, i'm glad you're back, reyes," she said, voice garbled with the threat of crying. "you should come meet your daughter before you go anywhere else."
and she was turning away, back into the den, hoping he would follow, hoping he would not, stepping lightly and fuzzily back to sorana, back to curling around the babe, back to her trampled and darkened bed.