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heda didn't answer what caracal said first. she wasn't even sure there was an answer. but his next words had the girl's eyes flickering toward him again. her pride felt hurt, and maybe it showed more than she wanted it to show. but only for a moment.
heda turned it into a sardonic little smirk. he pitied her. of course he did. busted leg, busted heart. a charity case in more ways than one. maybe he meant to be nice. maybe he really meant it.
maybe your whole family is dead. right now. you'd never know, because you never went back.
her heart began to pound. her skin prickled beneath her fur. heda stared at the water, gut growing sick. she had to salvage this, she had to — be normal. she had to be normal. that was it. there's nothing to it.
"god, i'm tired," heda chuckled, an attempt to laugh off her stupid insane behavior. "who knew lying around all day could be so exhausting?" 
her pulse raced.
"i'd like that. i need to get back to doing stuff, or i'm going to lose my mind."
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