[She isn't rotting. Ha. She has never known Rohan to lie, nor would she ever accuse him of being anything less than truthful with her, but surely his eyes do not see what hers do - she sees her claws falling out, she sees her tail withering away. If that isn't rotting, she isn't sure what else it could possibly be.]

[In the back of her mind, she hears a small, reasonable voice suggest that she may be just a touch hysterical at the moment. She honestly can't say she disagrees with it.]

[She looks up when asked, the gesture more mechanical than deliberate. Even if she can't rely on her conscious mind to make decisions for her, her obedient nature can be trusted to take over in its stead.]

[She looks up at Rohan, her trust in him tempering the fear in her stare. She meets his gaze readily, and in a flash - a literal and figurative flash - her fear subsides, giving way to a quiet shock.]

[She blinks, suddenly bleary-eyed, then sniffs. Her mouth quivers a bit, and after a short pause she sniffs again and lets out a shaky breath, her eyes falling shut as she leans forward to touch her forehead to Rohan's chest, seeking shelter in closeness and privacy behind the curtain of her hair.]

Forgive me, I'm sorry, 'm so sorry-