"Jessamyn," Jerrick gently took her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "What message did he receive from Altania? You know something, don't you?" His voice was soft, filled with concern.
Jessamyn shrugged, her gaze dropping to the ground as she pondered deeply. She felt a heaviness in her chest, the weight of secrets she wasn't sure she should share.
"You can tell me anything, you know that, right?" Jerrick's voice was tender, yet firm. Seeing her so pale and anxious pained him. He wanted to ease her burden, to share whatever was troubling her.
"They are going to ask to join the games," Jessamyn finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes were dim, shadowed with worry.
