Mischa saw Anthony and Christy walk through the packhouse, she was finally coming downstairs after that heat cycle. Christy was walking with her hand through Anthony's arm as if she was his Luna. Though she didn’t see the girl's face, or hear them speak to each other, she did note that his strides weren’t as long as normal.
Seen to be slower as well and Christy looked to be walking a little stiltedly, ‘still sore from all the days of constant mating.’ Laud told her.
‘Serves her right,’ Mischa commented, and turned back to her work. She deserved it as far as Mischa was concerned, then her eyes moved back to Christy once more, ‘I wonder Laud... what would happen if we mind-linked to her about what we know she did to herself.’
Laud snorted ‘Can’t claim we threatened her because that would
