[private] the shadowy corners of me

[Nemeon]

Nemeon really does not know what to do - Link seems so earnest, so nice, and completely oblivious to the warnings that the grey stallion is attempting to give. Would it be easier to admit this fault of his openly or to find a way to get Link to leave? Rudeness does not come naturally to Nemeon and he does not even know where to start to try to chase the other boy away.

But neither can he find a way to say ‘if you’d like the hair to stay on your body you really, really should leave’.

The best option would be for Nemeon himself to leave - he just doesn’t do that either. It is hard to walk away from a conversation when they are so few and far between - when he spends his days encased in a silent stone tomb and now that he is flesh and blood again he does not wish for quiet.

Now he thinks that the way Anaise had read his thoughts made things easier - she had just known, to some extent, without him having to actually say the words out loud. He wants to toss those thoughts at Link now, anything to avoid that conversation or see that well-deserved look of betrayal.

Link’s only concern is that Nemeon does not tell anyone about the impressive upheaval and instead of everything else that he should be saying or doing - he is quick to reassure. “Of course not.” Nemeon glances around, like the trees will give him some direction on what to do - and, in a strange way, they do. “Let’s… um. Let’s go somewhere where there’s a little more space, ok?” Even if Link just thinks it is to get away from the stench of the sick, or to give them both a bit of air, it will hopefully still have the same effect. Link will feel better and maybe he just does not need to know that it’s because Nemeon will be standing a little further away.

NEMEON