Haunted Wood Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight

Serem snapped, it seemed. Vanity felt bad, the things she spoke of hurt it. Memories
"I'm sorry," she'd apologise for that, but not for her questioning. Though Serem could take it for that anyway.

Her posture was reclusive and she avoided eye-contact. She was submissive to her. Though this dispute was never sparked out of jealousy; surely. "I hope we aren't on bad terms."
She looked to the Consort, hoping to see an inkling of agreeance.