Heron Lake Plateau And ain't it always the way

Immediately following her story about the experience she'd had, she felt idiotic for telling Tegan. The expression on his face- while priceless- served to convince her a little bit more that what she'd experienced was completely abnormal, and that she might actually have something wrong with her. She worried, wondering if she should go to Raven- but she didn't want to...Not if Raven would then go to Quixote and tell him that there was potentially something wrong with her brain. Did they have any other medics? Or would she have to go seek one out elsewhere so she could get information without having anyone else in the pack- aside from Tegan- know? 

She stared at the ground, ears flattened when he asked if it'd happened to her. She shrugged, and slowly looked up at him. She didn't want to admit it- but obviously, there was no denying it at this point. "Last night. First time." She said quietly. She hoped he'd keep his trap shut about it- and was about to pass a mild threat by him when he spoke again. He admitted to having had a nightmare, which didn't trouble her too much- until he described it. Her expression went blank when he mentioned Screech, and eventually, she frowned. How had he managed to screw up their lives so well? She didn't like the fact that Tegan was having recurring nightmares about Screech- but it did make her feel slightly better to know that she wasn't the only one being haunted by him. 

"That sounds horrible, Tegan," She said. Part of her totally squee'd when he mentioned having Rory stay with him- but she kept her expression plain, for Rory's sake. "Does it help?" She asked, then. Naturally, that might have been an alternative for her, too- but she'd just exiled her mate from the pack, so there was no possibility she'd be able to do the same. He insisted that he was fine, which made her believe that he really wasn't handling it all that well. She moved forward then, as an answer to his question, and pressed her chest against his, laying her muzzle down on his shoulder. "Some day," She murmured softly. Maybe it would reassure him too- that it was alright to not be OK, but still have hope that they'd get there.