Swiftcurrent Creek the difficulty of Sundays

Ruenna's ears drooped lower and lower as sentence after sentence poured from Myrren's maw. She suppressed a whine, feeling nothing but empathy for Myrren's predicament. 

She shook her head to dismiss the mother-to-be's gratitude. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, rising to her feet as Myrren does. "I thought I was hiding my inner feelings better than I was. None of my.. my judgement is directed toward you, Myrren. I have never experienced a heat, so I have no idea..." Rue's speech trailed off as she shook her head again.

"It's just that... yes, Kavik is a friend of mine, but I am much closer with Kavik's mate. Liri's long sickness, and now her disappearance.. it has all hit me really hard. This.. I suppose this just stirs up those feelings." It felt like Ruenna's loyalties were being torn in half, but she would not burden Myrren with the full weight of her troubles. Myrren had enough of her own difficulties to face. 

Rue bumped Myrren's shoulder lightly with her own. "Whoever you decide you are, Myrren, I want to know you. Whatever comes of this, I will be on your side," she promised.