One Thing, Then Another

ELRETH

Elreth lay in the furs, staring at the dark ceiling, wide awake. Next to her, Aaryn's breathing hadn't settled into the low, easy rhythm of sleep either. He was tense, tossing and turning, but not speaking. And she found herself in the rare situation of not wanting to speak to him. Not wanting to hear what he had to say. Because she suspected he knew.