[hr][center][color=khaki][h1]Freya Leander ~ Cait Sith[/h1][/color][/center]
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[@Heartfillia]

Well, now she'd gone and screwed up.

Renard's sigh and the way he got out of bed on the other side, away from her, were proof enough. Freya raised her head, then averted her eyes back to the scattered snacks. Without a word, she gathered them into the bag, sweeping up the crumbs, the burn on her palm twinging with every movement of her fingers. She propped up the packet on the bedside table in case Renard still wanted them, which if he didn't, she wouldn't blame him. He said nothing either, but the silence itself spoke volumes.

When words came to her, they trembled despite the slight smile she put on. A smile that probably looked more like a grimace. [color=khaki]"Well, uh... Hope you enjoy."[/color] She glanced from him to the door, that sinking feeling growing by the second. She'd known this was a mistake. For all Renard's insistence that he was ok, he clearly wasn't, or in any mood to talk. [color=khaki]"If... if this isn't the best time though..."[/color] Freya stepped back. Then, without finishing the sentence, she hurried from the room.

She kept running along the hallway until pain and fatigue overcame her. With a groan, she doubled over and leaned against the wall, clutching her side. Her bruised ribs clenched, her breathing coming in short, choked gasps. [i]Stupid, stupid, stupid,[/i] was all she could think, staring over her shoulder. [i]What a stupid thing to do.[/i] It was all too likely Renard would take this the wrong way.