Fool, I'm a fool... I can't be trusted alone with her, what if I had kissed her and it wasn't Yehudit? Wulfsen chastised himself.

"You wouldn't let me sleep where I was. You don't deserve to be carried," Sileas said, sticking her tongue out at her cousin.

Yehudit scowled. "Would you rather everyone called you a harlot after this morning?"

"I just want sleep. It's all I can think of. When I was asleep, I was wishing for and dreaming of sleep."

"After you've gotten some sleep and woke up you'd think differently." Yehudit said.
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"I don't know. They never liked me anyway, even in school. I'm not certain I care what they think any longer," Sileas said and then yawned loudly.

"Not if they start treating you like one." Yehudit argued.

Wulfsen was picturing just how people would treat Sileas if she had been caught in a compromising position with him. He vowed to never let himself be alone with her again. It was foolish to allow the temptation and risk Sileas's reputation.

Sileas sighed. "It's absolutely ridiculous that a woman who is exhausted can't innocently take a nap leaning on a friend's shoulder."

"Hopefully you can find a space to sleep." Wulfsen carried Sileas into the healer's room.

In reply to Wulfsen Thornblade (msg # 75):

"Just put me with Mama or Papa. I'll make myself a spot. I don't take up a lot of room," Sileas said.

Questa was oblivious with Sileas's exasperation. She went to the garden, and with no knights in earshot she whipped out a round of cheese and a loaf of bread from her vest. "Ready ter hear wot Wulfsen and Xavier were sayin'?"
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"What were they doing? Gossiping like fishwives?" Sileas said, sitting down on a decent sized rock/

"Yes. And Wulfen went on a bit about yer. He like yer, right likes yer- like wants ter snog yer likes yer. But 'e's not gonna try anyfink because Larry 'ad ust died, right, and 'e fink 'e ruined any chanced 'e ever 'ave wiv yer over some joke 'e said about kissin' yer." Questa said.
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Sileas's jaw dropped. She had never seen any indication that Wulfsen had any interest in her, at least past friendship. Her mind spun. She almost opened her mouth to say she wasn't good enough for him when she realized Questa said he wanted to snog her. He was worried he had no chance with her in the same breath as only wanting her to warm his bed?

Sileas got to her feet and stormed toward the keep.

"Wait- aintcha gonna eat?" Questa called after her.

Yehudit hurriedly hobbled after Sileas.

Sileas ignored Questa as she opened the door to the keep.


====To the kitchen

Fresh air and sunlight were wonderful things. For so long Onyi and then Mazi kept Ila chained and locked in that house with shuttered windows. The few times she was outside the mermen still smothered her, holding her arm or arms, twisting it painfully when they even thought she was trying to escape, tying her up when he slept. Ila could not describe how great it was to be free.
Ila strolled through the garden during the brief break she was allowing herself. She had been keeping herself busy working hard this past week. She wanted to be useful, and not like she was at the Crimson Dove. She knew women there who had left but couldn't find anything else, and wound up back at the Dove. While recovering in the healing room Ila made up her mind that she would die before going back to that, even if it meant killing herself. She had already figured out how, there was a tower she was able to go up. All she would have to do is jump off and it would all be over, no one could touch her.
She was careful to keep her red dove tattoo covered, especially when around the knights. They all behaved around her but she had met too many men in uniforms, even knights, at the Crimson Dove.
Ila helped in the kitchen a little, but felt awkward around Aislyn Gerthrim. She suspected that Mrs Gerthrim resented her, they didn't exactly meet under the best circumstances and Ila had been with Aislyn's fake husband for months. Ila spent most of her days cleaning rooms, scrubbing floors... She learned a lot about keeping house while being chained to a stove. She helped a little in the garden but she knew little about growing food, all she could do was plant a few seeds when told how far apart to plant them and how deep. There was weeding to do but Ila could not tell the difference between a good plant and a weed. So when Ila went out to the garden she mostly walked around the overgrown flower garden. It was too unkept to make her think too much about the garden back at her family's home, or the garden she was with Jago in, where he let her life be ruined.
Ila was thinking about him. She shook her head. Jago would never have her again so he was not worth thinking about. If he was going to creep into her thoughts Ila had to work to get him out. Ila turned back to the keep. There was probably something to do in the kitchen.

Millie sat on a bench, nestled deep in the garden. On the seat next to her was a variety of wildflowers, tall grass blades and assorted weeds. Anger darkened her eyes as she silently shredded a flower.

Millie appeared to be shredding a flower. That was not a good sign. Difyr cleared her throat.

It took a moment or two for the sound to reach Millie's mind. She lifted her head, dropping the beheaded stem at the same time. "Oh, hi Difyr."

"Are you all right?" Difyr asked.

"I'm fine. Just...angry. I'm angry about all the evil in the world and I'm angry that no one can seem to end Jack's reign of terror. Everyone just lets him walk away."

"Hopefully he won't be walking for much longer. Pinja is showing Aalyssa and some knights where she thinks Jack will be." Difyr said.