The carriage ride was silent for some time as Jessamyn busied herself with her lacework. Jerrick found the silence uncomfortable. He wanted to talk to her, to break through the wall of quiet that had settled between them.
"Mynah…" he called her, his voice barely above a breath.
She had expressed that she didn't like it when he called her that. But he couldn't help it. She had said that the girl he once knew was dead, but he didn't want her to be. He wanted her back.
"Mynah…" Seeing that she was concentrating solely on her work, he called again, this time a little louder.
"Mynah!"
This time, he almost shouted, feeling annoyed that she was ignoring him. He knew he was acting like a needy toddler, but he couldn't help it. He wanted her to focus on him more.
"I heard you the first time," Jessamyn said with a sigh, her fingers never pausing in their intricate dance with the needle and thread.
