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teya felt embarrassed to have reacted completely in a different way than bridget was intending. her — friend? — clarified and somehow it made the raven feel emptier than before.
it should have been bridget, that first year.
it had become ibis and kynareth and a brief flash of sundance, it had been restlessness and desire and the intangible ways that heat puddled one's sense to nothing.
she had seen pain in reyes and felt her own respond.
and then she had been pregnant, something which had never once been a desire of her own. 
maybe he shouldn't have come back. her throat ached with the force of keeping the sob at bay.
"understood," she said hoarsely, and then she rolled away and up. "i should get back. uh ... sometimes sorana wakes in night." not a lie or anything out of the ordinary but she felt the weight of wanting to couch her departure in something other than ... them.