Stone Circle In a quiet kind of litany, she accepted some defeat

Something was wrong. She wasn't sure what, but immediately caught the vibe even as Bjarna seemed to perk up. A lifted mood implied a low one to begin with, and the girl had been nothing but soft and excitable since Reverie had known her. She dropped the hare as she neared Bjarna, and it was left slumped and sad and discarded in the snow.
No. It was dead. She had to remember that. She greeted Bjarna with her usual affection, a few shy kisses to her chin, but it was subdued. Are you okay? She asked, before she remembered that Bjarna may or may not understand. That was a problem. So instead of waiting for an answer, she inched closer and offered a silent embrace if the girl accepted it.