Letting it fester

I follow Quinara as she leads me thankfully out of the grim tavern and to a more quaint and cozy place for our breakfast. Quinara goes all out with her order getting four bacon rashers, four sausages, three fried eggs, a couple of discs of black pudding and accompanying toast; with my lack of appetite right now I opt for just a couple of eggs scrambled. "Not hungry runt?" Quinara asks with a smirk, "no." I reply tersely cutting off any conversation, Quinara is taken aback by my actions but doesn't bring this to a point.

Our food shortly arrives Quinara's greasy breakfast stacked high and smelling fantastic, my modest breakfast looking sad in comparison. It was fitting in a way, much like her breakfast Quinara was bigger, better looking and had more to offer than me. Tears begin to form which I rapidly blink away, Quinara doesn't notice as she was preoccupied stuffing her face with her food. I take a few bites of my eggs but I truly wasn't hungry, Quinara quickly demolishes her meal and looks at me "is there shomething wrong with your eggsh?" She asks her mouth filled with bacon and eggs, I shake my head "just not hungry". Quinara swallows "you should eat something runt" she says her voice filled with concern, "I'm not a child!" I snap back at her, I didn't need her to baby me, "I know you're not... Okay well if you aren't going to eat them do you mind if I do?" She replies, "go ahead" I say dismissively she grabs my plate and finishes my eggs, "I'm worried about yo-" she begins, "don't be!" I say cutting her off, a flash of anger mars her facs momentarily before she relaxes again "ok".

The rest of the day is much of the same, Quinara suggests skipping training but on my insistence we go through with it. Though there was no point in it, I was angry and my swings where indications, Quinara tried to get me to be more measured telling me that reckless swings like that would only harm me in an actual fight, before relenting and just allowing me to use the session as a way for me to vent my anger silently. It does little to Quell my hurt however, once the session is done we get food the atmosphere charged and it's clear Quinara wants to get me to talk about this but she just lacked the social skill to get me to lower my guard.

As we walk home through the grimy streets we begin heading towards the green man once again, "hey runt, I hate to do this while you're in a bad mood but we're gonna have to stay another night in the tavern" she explains, she had said it would be just one night but it seemed that was another lie "fine." I say dismissively, Quinara then stops and scratches the back of her head, "and I REALLY hate to do this, but I need to head out again tonight as well, I have more business to take care of."