Hoshor Plains [m] when the lights go out and i'm all alone again

Nothing could have prepared her for the absolute whirlwind that was beginning to transpire within her body. 
He had one. Emphasis on had.
At first, the only thing she can think to do is spout a confused oh?, followed with a tug of her body away from him. She is silent for a while, sometimes looking to him and sometimes not. A delicate subject needed delicate words, and she had none. 
I'm sorry, is what she lands on, swiping away saliva from her lower lip with a forepaw. She can't decide how she's supposed to feel. Sympathetic? Offended? Disgusted? It wasn't his fault, allegedly, but what if he's saving face? How long ago was this? What did this make her?
So, Wren's ears flatten as she speaks. White-hot hurt stabs at her side, twisting at her innards, and she can no longer ignore it. she left you, and then; so am I just a rebound?