Catherine noticed he let go of the subject of the ceremony, and she didn't think of bringing it up again. As it was forgiven, she felt a bit lighter, the guilty vanishing.
She waited for him to look at her tongue, but as he stoped, she brought it in again, noticing that the Kalona made a different face from the serious mask he had wore from the beginning. Then, he said he would ask for private things, and the grayish woman felt a bit nervous. Even though she trusted completely in Dawali as a friend, she still didn't feel confortable of trying to get that friendship further tighter. Still, if he seemed to have a grasp of what was wrong with her, than it was fine.
A second of shock before searching if it was something close to that... Yes... She muttered lowly, more to herself than to the red male. Then, she looked at him with hard eyes, something rare for her, but just to control the tears that would probably come in this situation. So, do you know what is wrong with me? She asked, her voice breaking with the effort.
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