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

He was lying, Seastorm thought, but met him only with silent compliance. If he truly cared, why tell her these things at all? Her chest ached in a hollow manner, throbbing like swollen flesh relieved of a thorn or a bloody digit relieved of its nail. The bounty hunter had taken something from her that she couldn't put a name to, she felt, and still he demanded her closeness.

She went numbly into his arms. How odd to try to soothe herself with his warmth when he'd been the one to hurt her. Seastorm felt her throat constricting as if she might retch, and hid the feeling by burying her face in Catamaran's fur. Even now she was learning to crave this comfort, and she hated herself for it.