Actions have consequences

Oh. Oh no.

Rowena stood at the entrance of the cave, bathed in the light like some judgmental deity descending upon our misery. Her red hair was wild from the wind, her arms crossed, her stance casual—but her face… oh, her face said everything.

She was processing the spectacle before her.

Two disheveled, naked women clutching fur blankets for dear life. The faint remnants of a burnt tunic in the fire pit. The unmistakable awkwardness of whatever the hell she had just walked in on.

And then—

Rowena snorted. A short, sharp, disbelieving laugh.

"Oh. Oh. Well, are you trying to get extra points from your teacher, Rhiannon?"

"ROWENA!" I shrieked.

Maeve, the traitor, just grinned. "I mean, if she was, I wouldn't say no."

"Maeve!"