Invidie

Realization struck Briar and the larger fae was suddenly as shocked and embarrassed as Bowen was. The girl apologized profusely, saying that she thought Art would have already spoken to her about it. Bo gave her head a single shake, confusion and disbelief still settled strongly on her delicate feature. "He... no." No, Art hadn't said anything to her. Why hadn't he said anything to her? Ah, but why hadn't she said anything to him either? No doubt he was just as embarrassed and unsure as she was. But this... Wow. Just wow.

Briar apologized again, saying that she figured Artorias would have "done something" and Bowen's brows screwed up once more. He had done nothing. He hadn't told her or touched her differently or anything. He'd been faithful to Briar the whole time that the antlered woman had expected him to be deep in his own sister. Still obviously feeling awkward about the whole thing, Briar filled Bowen in on what had transpired. He'd cared enough about Briar to ask her straight out of he could sleep with his sister. And on the other paw, he cared about Bowen enough to ask his girlfriend if he could sleep with his fucking sister! She was blown away. Completely blown away. The moment that Briar had dropped that bomb, Bowen's world had changed. The relationship between herself and Artorias would be forever changed. They would never be able to go back.

The awkward woman invited Bowen to come back into the infirmary and Bowen shook her head. "No, I..." Her pink nose wrinkled for a moment, flashing pristine white teeth. "I can't look at him right now. I need to think." Bowen turned and began to move away, but stopped for a moment and looked over her copper marked shoulder. "Thank you." For telling her? For taking care of Art in her absence? A bit of both. With another shake of her head, Bowen left the castle. She needed a long walk to sort all of this out and decide what the next step was.

"Bowen"