Broken Boulder ten detected, nine in a wreck and

She smiled in acceptance of his thanks, lips stretching, looking more like her old self. She nosed at the flowers--gently, so as not to mess up the arrangement--then looked back up at Alarian, a question in her eyes. What are these? What are they for? Lily was hopeless with plants. She always had been. But they were pretty, at least.

She hated the way he looked at her. Like she was some sort of diseased creature. They used to be friends; what happened to that? She had messed everything up, irrevocably. And the worst part was that she couldn't run away again, at least not for the time being. Her ankle wouldn't allow it. She was trapped here.

A low whine escaped her lips, her eyes growing darker as she stared at Alarian. Why won't you talk to me?