Lion Head Mesa I'm coming home again, all alone

belen pulled away from him; she racked her mind; she blurted: "germanicus?" before she could stop herself. the girl pulled into her own body and watched crowfeather, stricken. she had only meant to support him but it seemed he was beyond her. she had never heard his voice this way before. a sob stuttered in her throat. "do you want me to help you?" she asked hoarsely, unsure now of what she might say, how she might regard him. did he hate her?