“You were bleeding earlier…” Rose revisited her earlier questions. “Why?”
Rune, with a small smile, folded the leaves that they used to plate the deer meat he hunted and roasted.
“I cannot escape your query.”
“Are you dying?” Rose looked at him hopefully, more than she wished to.
Before he replied, she imagined what would happen if he died.
Thinking about it upset her so much.
That was her answer.
She was bothered by Rune and possibly leaning towards him second after second.
“Maybe.” He shrugged as he rinsed his hands in the bowl he found in a corner of the ruins. “I could be. But it doesn't matter.”
“It doesn't matter if you die?” With her pupils enlarged, she wished to slap those words out of his mouth.
“I mean…” He sighed. “If I’m truly dying, I don't care because my fin
