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heda let out her breath a little, but it was not a laugh. her throat hurt; her eyes stung, and her jaw jumped with a long muscle.
so she wasn't over it. so she wasn't beyond. but here heda wanted to be devoted to god, not —
"bartholomew."
heda dragged her golden eyes back to the striking face of the seagirl and felt a stab of jealousy. what if she could be so beautiful? would he have agreed then?
no. he served god as she did, and his path led somewhere else. "i thought maybe — well i told him i was in love with him."
cringe cringe cringe, but heda was determined to see it through.
"anyway he, uhhh, doesn't feel the same. so you know, that's over. we talked it out. everything's good. he —" 
is going to love someone else
"he understands, you know." the sweetharbor wolf swallowed. "it is what it is and it doesn't change how i feel about being here or staying. this is home."