King Elk Forest the sweet relief of knowing nothing comes for free

the weight mona sensed behind delight's brief explanation pulled the girl from her selfish contemplations of the horrid thing around her neck; she watched her morwinyon with no small measure of affectionate encouragement in the dusky green of her gaze. "you lost your home; he took you in. what ... happened? if you want to say, of course," mona added quickly, attempting to reassure the sylph that she did not intend to pressure him into sharing the details.
perhaps if he did — perhaps mona would tell him of her own tribulations along the path of love; the very idea sundered her with embarassment, but delight had been nothing but kind to her. she wished to repay him now, with the mutuality of their sharing.