I swallowed hard, then nodded slowly. "Yes. It was meant for me. But I swear, Zidane. I didn't mean for you to..."
"I know," he said, his voice low, his eyes distant. "I know you didn't mean for it to happen."
I swallowed, my chest heaving, recognising the withdrawal in his voice. All of us had thought this would be simple, and we hadn't been prepared for this. We hadn't been prepared to confront these things that could potentially destroy us.
Zidane gave a small sigh, then moved his hair and tucked it back. "I am going to hunt for dinner. You could take a bath while I am gone."
He started to walk away, but I stood up, my chest heaving.
"Zidane?"
He stopped, then gave a small sigh. "I am fine, Leilyn. You will tell me everything else when I come back."
I gave a small sigh, then nod
