Thea & Tylen | Day Three, Morning
When Thea said that what the game was making her say was vile, Tylen got the inkling that it had to do with what had happened to her after the attack. The thought made his blood boil. How dare it twist what was already the most traumatic thing to happen to the hawk.
Bending his head, the crow placed a quick kiss against the top of Thea's forehead. "It's making you tell me about what happened, isn't it?" Honestly, it was a rhetorical question, but thinking about it, Tylen felt as if the type of chaos controlling the quiz wouldn't make things so simple. Or he was just fucking making things more complicated than they actually were. . "Don't let this game have the upper hand, T. Just say it, whatever it is, so you can tell this demon to go back to fucking hell."