After Xiang put his clothes back on, being careful of his wounds once Kat glared at him, there really wasn't anything else to that day, and soon the moon had taken its place high in the sky.. Kat once again debated over telling the explicit details of the death the other day.
And she was still unsure about that. She knew she still didn't feel bad, and that thought was starting to stick in her mind. She wasn't sure if the fact she had that concern at all meant she was alright… or if it was making things worse, acting a stopgap so she could feel a little bad instead of completely horrible.
