Vesna groaned wearily. "That many knew? By Gorug, you and I have very different definitions of the term 'secret mission'." She sighed and rolled out of the bed from beside him. She reset her hair and wiped away the stray tears on her cheeks and generally made herself look presentable. As she was about to leave the room he commented on how she could be 'warmer'. It was a joking remark but somehow it stung wounds and gave her a sad frown, looking over at him with barely contained emotion. "And why would you want warmth from one such as me?"