[backdated to December 13th, late evening]
I never thought of you as a whore, Helen. You came to me. And if that's what you wish, I won't. You won't see me.
Cuthbert's words rang in Saffron's head as she headed down the path away from his place, tears still streaming down her cheeks and growing cold in the night air. At first, she went in the direction of her own hut-turned-yurt, but the thought of being alone just then was not something she wanted to face. After what had just happened, she knew what she needed. Her mind quickly ran through the possibilities. There was Warrick, but she knew he was going through hard times and she didn't want to add to that. There was Alec, but she knew she couldn't bring herself to ask that of him; she loved the way he looked at her and she didn't want that to change.
There was really one conclusion to come to, one person who was so obvious Saffron wondered why she hadn't thought of him first. Almost without thinking, she changed direction, heading off to his place. He would take her in, would require no explanation, and would freely give her what she needed. And she knew he was aware she would do the same for him. Her sometime partner in crime - her kindred spirit, if she was inclined to think in that way. She pulled her hood tighter against the cold as she walked on, and once she reached Jack's place her cheeks were streaked with tears as she lifted a hand and knocked.
Cuthbert's words rang in Saffron's head as she headed down the path away from his place, tears still streaming down her cheeks and growing cold in the night air. At first, she went in the direction of her own hut-turned-yurt, but the thought of being alone just then was not something she wanted to face. After what had just happened, she knew what she needed. Her mind quickly ran through the possibilities. There was Warrick, but she knew he was going through hard times and she didn't want to add to that. There was Alec, but she knew she couldn't bring herself to ask that of him; she loved the way he looked at her and she didn't want that to change.
There was really one conclusion to come to, one person who was so obvious Saffron wondered why she hadn't thought of him first. Almost without thinking, she changed direction, heading off to his place. He would take her in, would require no explanation, and would freely give her what she needed. And she knew he was aware she would do the same for him. Her sometime partner in crime - her kindred spirit, if she was inclined to think in that way. She pulled her hood tighter against the cold as she walked on, and once she reached Jack's place her cheeks were streaked with tears as she lifted a hand and knocked.