Jade Fern Grove mea maxima culpa

and then he spoke and she withdrew into herself, stiffening and pushing down the overwhelming hurt. he ought to have known; known that his leaving would result in this. "my family, my home, is gone."  the distinction is important. morningside is quite literally all she's ever known. perhaps her own refusal to return had begun the blade's fall, but it was he who'd step away and allow it to gain momentum. "no." and her eyes were hawkish and gleaming and staring through his crown. "I joined the pack of a friend." not her home, not her family. he says it and suddenly she's burning, with anger or pain or something else entirely. "and you?"