"Mate?" Rory asked softly and I giggled hysterically.
"Haven't you figure out by now I'm rather fond of you?" Cornelius asked, taking a calm sip from his mug while Rory blushed. "Carys-you're bleeding little nymph." I looked down and saw my own blood mingling with the remains of the blood from the mug I had broken.
"Oh..uh..I..um..don't know what to do." I gasped out a nervous laugh desperately, trying hopelessly to get my breathing back under control. Cornelius' nostrils flared and he came to attention.
"Carys... are you about to have an attack?" Cornelius asked swiftly, setting down his mug and standing. Rory inhaled himself.
"My senses aren't as sharp as yours-what are we picking up?" Rory asked with worry.
"Carys suffers from anxiety attacks due to past trauma. She hasn'
