Prompt: Spit It Out!

((Continuing from Prompt: Cold Shoulder))

“Mordremoth?”

Zaree's head whipped down to look down at Callista. She was startled, Callista might have even thought afraid, but soon her expressive face morphed with flits of guilt, frustration, anger. She waved a green hand, struggling to find words.

“You need not explain anything if it pains you.” Callista assured her. “though I shall not judge you and keep confidence if you need release from whatever is clawing up your peace.”

Zaree looked away, though from her position, Callista could see her chewing her lip before she finally shook her head and spat out “I hate him.”