A long period of silence went by before Chrishankhah summoned the courage to ask a question that had been on her mind --
"Do you still think about him often?"
Corixa looked up, caught off guard, then frowned at the ground. "What do you think? The harder question is, when don't I think about him? And 'it.'"
'It' was all she could say in reference to the thing she had done, the murder of Iulexin, her betrothed. Chrishankhah was immediately sorry that she brought it up despite her own inhibitions.
"Sorry," she said. "I'm just concerned for you." (Or curious, thought Chrishankh