Couldn't Utter My Love When It Counted

Meg tutted softly, he was right of course, but she still kept it buried in her satchel for the moment. There were things that needed to be said, explained, before she released her hostage. Meg let him read, drawing her hands into her lap to play with the base of the pot and stems of the living thing.

It's the same for me, but what else does a home have, Nairn? Haulean could have made it less lonely. If you had told me I could have helped. Her voice grew quiet, jaw trembling, but he needed to understand. I’d have showered him in love, protected him and.. I’d have had someone to grieve with when you were gone. Because he’s part of you. It could’ve hurt less. Perhaps it was selfish of her, Meg’s mind was too busy to really gauge, only knowing that she’d have welcomed him with open arms.

It’s not fair, no, but I knew what I signed up for. I know my own mind, Vhenan.

His avoidance of her gaze had helped steady her oddly, but as he flashed her a grin she’d feel that familiar skip across her chest. Reaching into her satchel Meg carefully pulled out the plant, keeping it firmly in her lap for the moment. That depends on what you are going to do with Haulean? You’re not sending him away are you?

@Nairn