Celandine considered her King for a moment, still trying to wrap her head around what he wanted from her exactly. Trust, recognition, pain? What was the goal, the endgame? What if there wasn't one? Ha, she could have laughed. Nobody did /anything for anyone without expecting something in return. Maybe not right then and there, but eventually everyone came calling. Ah, now she was assuming Maeve really was in this Broken Timber Pines place with cousins that bore the Argyris name, but had never been mentioned. Gods, why was she so paranoid all of the time? If she could just calm down, find some lavender. Oh, they were still want for a medicine wolf if memory served her.
"First light? I know you have to get things in order before you go," Honestly she wanted to get it over with; to wallow in another inevitable disappointment as quickly as possible so she could close this chapter. "If it's any trouble I can go myself." Her eyes scanned his features, awaiting a reaction. Gods she sounded pathetic—like an adolescent cub begging for permission. Celandine hated herself for stooping to such a level. So much so that she thought to release a snarky comment to ease the sickening feeling in her gut, but opted for silence instead. Things were tense enough between them already without her adding to it.