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Redd said very few words by comparison. Druid didn’t mind this. She shot the other woman a reassuring smile, just barely denying the impulse to reach out and offer a comforting touch. It was too familiar, too forward. She ached for it, like resisting the magnetic force inside her was actually painful.

It’s easier said than done, Druid acknowledged, still speaking in that low, soft cadence, and it sounds like a decision you shouldn’t—and very likely couldn’t—take lightly. But I hope talking to me about it has helped you hash things out a bit.

Still she directed that little smile at Redd, though her thoughts suddenly took a turn. “A mate was not enough,” seemed to confirm Druid’s suspicions about Redd’s search. Who was he? Why had he left? Was his departure the reason Redd hadn’t been able to bear young? Or was it the other way around?

I know we just met, she continued after a moment, gently deflecting her own train of thought, but I know talking to you helped me sort out some of my ish. Thank you for that, Redd.