Azaria sat still on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she waited patiently for what was about to be said, her eyes fixed on Theon, never letting them look elsewhere, even though her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. He remained standing a respectful distance away to keep her from flinching again. There was strain in his broad shoulders that betrayed the turmoil roaring inside him. He breathed in slowly, steadying his voice so that every word he spoke was clear and completely honest, refusing to keep anything more from her as much as he had already.
