Herbalists' Cache [m] tejano blue

His heart sank slowly, the moment dragging on at an agonizing pace. Her features shifted like fault lines, the tremor of them evident in her voice. A thread of hurt works its way through Arcadian in turn.

"Yes," he replied, monosyllabic because it hurt to speak. He was painfully aware of his own naivety. Inexperience stung his yet unbroken heart. He made himself speak again: "Yes, I want to know this. I want — "

I called for no one but you.

He wanted to be there, just in case —

"I told you mine," he countered, trying a different tactic.