Swiftcurrent Creek my name in your mouth, that was all it took

She wilted like a flower deprived of sunlight. Cambria’s stomach sank even further. He should’ve thought it through more before questioning a child he scarcely knew about such a heavy subject. This was really none of his business anyway. He grappled with an urge to tuck tail, run for the hills and never return. He couldn’t face Etienne’s inevitable distaste once he found out what he’d done.

I’m sure Requin will be alright, Barracuda, he offered weakly, desperately trying to infuse optimism despite his internal agonizing. Anyway, you should get back to your family and I should be on my way. If you’d like to give that to Etienne, I would be grateful, he said, motioning at the hare.

He then shot her a final, apologetic glance and cringed back from the borders. Cambria supposed he would take some time to think it over and process his feelings, perhaps arriving at a different decision later. But for now, he felt as though he could never again show his face here.