Hushed Willows Do you laugh about me whenever I leave, or do I just need more therapy?

Admittedly he was relieved by her rejection, and he'd relish in it later as he ate. For now he'd deny the feeling, shooing away a prickling guilt.

No worries. He tossed the rabbit aside, giving her his full attention. Had he not he would have second guessed her last statement.

Abel blinked, bewildered. Wait, huh? He was no expert when it came to babies, so that little fact was — well it was shocking to say the least. That is, wow, that's pretty... gross.