Neverwinter Forest [m] Places far away and we're not you and me, but

And how am I supposed to know that? Seastorm turned on him this time, the embers of her agitation catching and bursting to flame. A few swift steps brought her closer, but not close enough to strike him. Not yet. You never asked, no more than anyone at Glass Cove ever did. You never told me you wanted a wife, or that you wanted to fuck me.

Maybe I would want that too, if I knew what any of it meant. But I don't. So how am I supposed to know? Her anger was burning away into a churning sea of hurt, no less intense or dangerous but foreign now. Seastorm wasn't sure what to do with that. She realized belatedly that the heat in her eyes had formed into wetness, and blinked it away fiercely as if she could summon her anger back this way.