"Kit what's wrong?" asked Zyra.
Kit hadn't been eating and it was beginning to bother her just how withdrawn he'd become of late.
Did it have to do with her going with him on the raid, did he think she was smothering him.
"Nothing is wrong," replied Kit.
He tried to walk away but Zyra caught up to him and grabbed his arm. She said, "Don't you turn your back to me when I'm speaking to you, that's rude."
Oh dear Lord, she sounded like her Big sister Kayle.
"I'm fine," he said, annoyed. " Why would I be anything but when I can't do anything right?" The pitch of his voice raised and was laced heavily with a biting sarcasm.
"Well if it's not you it must be me then. What is something I said or did?" queried Zyra.
"No, it's not your problem to deal with mine," he lowered his head and said sullenly.
He tried to turn away and hide his face so Zyra wouldn't see the unshed tears that threatened to fall.