Redsand Canyon 'cause we were misfits

Aquene bolted. It was not the reaction Ruenna expected, to say the least. 

Had the heavily pregnant Matrona been able to leap to her feet, she would have done so at the sound of Aquene's retching just outside the doorway. As it was, she was only able to lift her head and whine in her concern. 

When Aquene came back inside, Ruenna opened her mouth to express her concern. However, Aquene was already brushing the incident aside, circling back to the previous topic with the clear intention of ignoring the issue at hand. 

Silence stretched out between the pair as Ruenna regarded the Equestrian thoughtfully. 

"Our faith is well placed," she said finally, her eyes searching Aquene's features. With a deep inhale, she spoke again. 

"I think I might be a little tired. Perhaps we can try the kneading another time?" Truly, Ruenna was not the one in need of rest, but she thought this solution might offer Aquene the chance to excuse herself while saving face. 

"Please take care of yourself, Aquene." Ruenna's parting words were a dismissal, but none the less pointed.