The Heartwood I know that I ended it,

Leonore couldn't help but tense at that suggestion. At her core, Leonore was not social in the least - she liked familiar faces, but the idea of speaking to new wolves was often terrifying. So I can be your third wheel? Her response came promptly, a bit meaner than she intended.

It was only a moment before her expression grew to be strangely gentle. ..Do you think she would like me?

That was the important part, wasn't it? Leonore didn't want to be pulled along only to be thrown into a terribly awkward conversation.