Herbalists' Cache [m] tejano blue

A mistake. The word struck him like a blow, though he supposed it was not unexpected. He felt guilt instead of hatred — for he had helped her make such a foolhardy decision. He felt uncouth, suddenly, for having demanded more of her.

Still. Tulugak. 

He was glad to know it.

He gazed at her, feeling helpless and lost. The tremble of her lip made his stomach swoop uncomfortably.

"Then I have made one, too," he replied, hoping the solidarity was what she sought. "But it does not have to be an unhappy one. If you — if we — "

He felt stuck. He shook his head.

"I will do what you will me to," he decided, tucking his chin and looking away. He had done enough on his own.