Go after her

That's what you're supposed to do in these situations, right? "Katherin, come on, wait up" you call out, jogging after her. You follow the sound of her sniffles and light footsteps through the winding stone corridors. What kind of a reaction was that? Suddenly you hear a door close; must be her. You look for the source of the noise and find, unsurprisingly, that she went into her room. "Katherin?" you ask. No response. You start to knock on the wooden door. "Katherin?" you ask again, a bit louder this time. You pause your banging to listen. After a few seconds you hear a fesity "Go away!". You sigh. "I'm not going away Katherin. Just tell me what you're crying about." Silence again. "Come on Katherin, talk to me. We're friends, aren't we?" You wait listening again. This time you hear noises from the other side; the door just unlocked! Katherin opens the door and stands in the opening, red-eyed. "Ok"

She moves out of the way and sits on the side of her bed. You sit next to her. Thinking that a bit of humor may help with the mood, you throw your arm around her shoulder. She leans away from you; guess it didn't work. You decide to move on quickly from your misstep. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I don't understand what that's about. I know, I'm stupid, just help a dumb guy figure out where he went wrong. She doesn't say anything for a few moments at first. "Do you remember the Christmas feast last year?" she asks, not looking at you. That's not what you asked, but she probably has a reason for this change of topic. Let's see, last Christmas: you came home for the holiday, and enjoyed the feast alongside your family and your father's guests. You had a good time, and it was nice to see everyone again. After that you can't honestly say that you remember much, as you took a bit too much of a liking to the wine served that night. "Uhh, I remember attending, but after that it's a little...blurry."

Katherin sighs, still looking off to the side. "I suspected as much. You were very drunk, so it seemed like you were settling into the monk lifestyle nicely. Do you remember how you got back to your room that night?" You don't, you just assumed it was Christmas magic. "No, but I'm guessing you're going to tell me?" You can't see her face, but you can feel her eyes roll. "I helped you. You leaned on me as you staggered back to your room like the big oaf you are, and I helped you crawl clumsily into bed. I assume you don't remember what you said either." At this point you think she's just trying to make you feel dumb. "Please Katherin, you know I don't. Could you hurry this along a bit?" She huffs, annoyed. Maybe she's getting back to her usual self? "Well, if you are in such a hurry I'll give you the short version. You propositioned me." Oof. "I, uh, well I wasn't fully in control of my sense..." You start to scratch the back of your head nervously, and you can feel your cheeks turning red. She sighs again. "Yes, I know, that's why I turned you down. But... I was tempted. Maybe if you hadn't been so drunk, I would have said yes. I did have feeling for you back then." Only back then? "I thought about that night a lot afterward, about whether or not I made the right choice. For a long time I was pretty sure I did. But then you came back, and started carrying on the way you are now... I've been thinking that maybe if I said yes, you wouldn't have turned out like this."