The travails of trying to communicate

Nerves racked, anger sated, calm restored

The second the door closed, Heather suddenly felt like she would throw up.  As she frantically looked around for a bucket, Balgair watched her.

“Is something wrong?” Now, what’s wrong?  It can’t be her health because Ananke healed her.  Could it be nerves?

The blonde-headed bean-cheangail took a deep heavy breath.  “I don’t know if I can do this, Maighsti…