"I'm sorry." Primrose clung to Edmund's arm, her head still bowed after throwing up. She turned her eyes away, unable to look at the mess she had made. It made her feel sick all over again. "I'm really sorry about this."
"Why are you apologizing?" Edmund guided her gently to the nearest garden bench, then crouched beside her, carefully wiping her mouth with a handkerchief.
Primrose took the handkerchief from him and dabbed her lips herself. "Don't you think it's kind of ridiculous? Throwing up just because I saw someone die? It's not even the first time I've watched someone die right in front of me."
She did feel nauseous when she saw someone die before her, but this time, the feeling was different. It was hard for her to explain, but it felt more revolting, like something was churning violently inside her stomach.
And even though she was glad Thevan was finally gone for good, there was a strange weight sitting in her chest, ike someone had placed a giant stone in her heart.
