"That's none of your business!" Her body goes rigid, her voice cold and biting - a reminder of what it had once been before she had left. The words seem to leave her in a flurry of anger that she suddenly seems to regret. She attempts to relax once more, her body shrinking away from him and the light of the fire.
"I'm sor-" She begins again before cutting herself off abruptly, like a bad reflex. "But it's not, is it? What cause is there in telling you anything? I don't even know why you're here, why you keep- keep pretending." Edda looks at him from the corner of her eye. There is a tiredness in her look, a foggy air around her that makes her presence seem far away, and out of reach.
"I'm sor-" She begins again before cutting herself off abruptly, like a bad reflex. "But it's not, is it? What cause is there in telling you anything? I don't even know why you're here, why you keep- keep pretending." Edda looks at him from the corner of her eye. There is a tiredness in her look, a foggy air around her that makes her presence seem far away, and out of reach.
