I watched her body tremble slightly as she turned her gaze away. I didn't press her, and she didn't offer anything more. Maybe it just wasn't the time yet. Anyone would break after everything she'd been through.
I started to rise, brushing the dirt from my thighs, when I felt a light tug on my clothes.
"Where are you going?" she asked, her voice quiet but steady, her eyes fixed on me.
"Huh? Oh, I just wanted to get ready to leave. We've got a long road ahead, and I need to gather a few things from the forest before we go." I tried to pull away, but her fingers stayed firm on my sleeve. Seriously… this girl.
"But you're starving, aren't you?"
The question froze me. My throat went dry, and a faint chill crawled up my spine. She wasn't wrong. I was starving, but the thought of drinking from her again terrified me more than hunger ever could.
