Neverwinter Forest (m) he reflects hope and worry like a troubadour

She drew in a breath deep enough to trigger her vasovagal nerve, which flooded her with a sense of wellbeing. Towhee sidestepped the bright red stain in the snow, then looked up when she sensed movement out of the corner of her eye.

Towhee’s gaze flicked from Dutch’s face to the bloodied snow then back again, still wondering if this meant what she thought it did. She also wondered what the scene must look like to him. Concerning, she decided, judging by his expression. Her eyes lingered there now as she moved away from the schmear.

-“Yes,”- she answered his question. -“Just exorcising some demons.”-

That was a little crass, she knew, and Towhee felt a lurch of guilt. If she’d just lost an early pregnancy, shouldn’t she be mourning? She didn’t feel any grief, though, just that same sense of utter relief. Yes, it was heartening to know she could have had more children, though it was better this way.

-“What about you? What’re you doing here, Dutch?”- Towhee wondered conversationally.