Hushed Willows A Silent Retreat

That’s very kind of you, but I must decline, she said, her voice steady despite the tension lingering in her chest. I don’t partake in kills I haven’t earned. Besides, I ate yesterday. Once I’ve rested, I’ll hunt again.

Her nerves remained taut as she kept a careful eye on him. His offer was generous, and it was clear he wasn’t blind to her pitiful state. Despite his kindness, she couldn’t shake the sting of embarrassment that came with being seen so vulnerable.

Once more, she cursed herself for pushing her body beyond its limits. No strength remained within her, not even enough to move, let alone accept his offer, even if she had wanted to. A soft sigh escaped her lips, betraying the frustration simmering beneath the surface. She struggled to maintain the calm facade she had so carefully constructed, though the cracks were beginning to show.