Andarna’s head whips back toward mine and her eyes narrow. “I am not broken.” My heart sinks. “I never said you were,” I whisper. Shit, shit, shit. I hurt her feelings. “Speech isn’t necessary when I can hear your thoughts. I am no more broken than you are.” Her lip curls and her teeth flash. Ouch. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t what I meant to imply.” The thought is barely a whisper. “Enough.” Tairn lowers his head to her level. “She is allowed to be concerned for you, as you are for her. Now go eat before hunger overpowers common sense.”
