Tharros point of view:
I stand and start walking away from where she crouches by the river. I am certainly not going to wait for her. The sooner we get out of this woeful forest, the better. The sooner I can rid myself of her, the better.
The repression from the night before was for killing her, ridding myself of this burden. But something had repelled me. Some force stayed in my hand.
"Can you wait for me?" she yells at my retreating back.
"No," I growl, but find myself stopping. I lock up—literally—and cannot take another step forward. I tense, my muscles rebelling against my wishes to keep moving. I feel the unfamiliar compulsion from yesterday's night holding me in place, forcing me to wait. It is as though her words are an order, one I cannot disobey, and it infuriates me.
"Don'
