Oh! Don was talking about Derufin. She was mad about that? All it had been was going out to fix the roof for Pio. Rie began to grin, and prepared to explain, when Don suddenly broke off of her explanation. "...told me that he was your--" she ended, then stopped and looked up at Rie with what appeared to the redhead to be a mixture of horror, fright, anticipation and, somehow, maybe pity.
"He was my what?" Rie urged, but Don refused to answer. "Don, he was my what? My friend? My blood rival? My father? My twin?" She laughed at this last one. "Like Talômi would ever come to find me. Don, I'd like to know, but if you don't want to tell me that's all right, I guess."
She kept a flippant air, but secretly she was disturbed by Don's sudden distress. They were generally so open with each other, and it kind of scared her to have Don snap shut like this. Something was wrong.
But part of their friendship, Rie knew, was mutual trust. And if Rie didn't trust Don to know when she had to keep a secret, there was no trust, and therefore no friendship. So she slapped her brightest smile onto her face, and turned her thoughts back to the present and to Don. "All right, which first--my time with Derufin, or your friends?"
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