you're welcome for the emotional whiplash

When the door opened, Soh was in his arms in a flash of golden hair and silver eyes, clinging to him as though he alone had the power to make everything right again. And as he held her, that inexplicable sensation of safety surrounded her, slowing her heartbeat and steadying her breathing, enough that she was no longer quite so frantic when she realized how worried he must have been. ”I’m fine,” she murmured shakily into his neck, her words muffled by skin. But it was a half-truth, so she quickly clarified: ”I’m not hurt.”

He searched her face, cupping her cheeks in both hands, and the worry she saw had her eyes swimming with unshed tears. Dragging another person - especially someone she loved so much - into this mess was selfish, she realized. Gods, would she ever stop hurting people?

Swallowing thickly, she forced herself to take a deep breath. ”Something happened at Flora’s birthday party between her and Colt,” she said. ”It’s a long story. The short version is I’m pretty sure I caused the fight, and now I think Colt hates me, and Flora hates her, and it’s just a mess.” Thinking back over all that had happened, Soh’s lips trembled. ”I just - I needed to see you - I’m sorry that I made you worry -“ But there was no one else she wanted to turn to, even if it was selfish to do so. ”I’m so sorry, Zavien.”

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