Stuffed.

Bethany lay still, taking slow breaths as she processed everything Tristan said. It made sense, so much sense, but they had to do something about it. She wasn't sure how, but something had to be done.

"Princess. What are you thinking about?" Theo asked, his mind and mood still abit sour, but very close to normal.

"It's just..we are not going to let these things continue are we? We are going to do something about it right?" She asked, looking at Tristan, hope glistening in her eyes.

"Princess, I do understand where you're coming from, but I believe that if it was something that could be fixed, we would have done that already, as we have every other one that could be fixed." He explained.