Rhaegara felt herself slinking back towards the Chasm’s territory with little shame over what had happened. Perhaps the year before she had felt a twinge of something, but no one had seemed to care about her adventures. No one had gotten fiercely protective like they had of others, at least not that she had noticed. She had never been told otherwise so she assumed she was free to wander and find her own affection once more. Adonis. A name she’d remember. At least this time she had remembered to ask for a name.
She had awoken to him gone, her itch satisfied for the moment though she feared that it might burn again soon… it seemed to always be how things went. With it came an easier time breathing, less irritation burning in her gut and the want and need to return to her daughter and check in on her. She returned to normal, which she had craved from the moment the heat had settled into her spine. He had fled, left, and that was fine by her. She did not need a man questioning her parental decisions, or worse, a man like Huddy for her to grow attached to only for him to abandon her like Huddy had done to Saga.
She was not nearly as trusting of men as she was a year ago, and even less so than two… there were very few who had earned it, because there were very few who had ever stayed.