🔹️THORNE
She opened her mouth, then closed it again, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back whatever words were fighting to get out. Finally, she turned away, moving toward the pile of linens stacked near the wardrobe.
​"Fine," she said, her voice clipped. "I'll sleep on the floor. You can have your bed, your space, and your walls. I'll stay on my side of the Mist."
​She grabbed an armful of blankets and a pillow, dropping them onto the floor near the far wall with more force than necessary. I watched her, my jaw clenching. "That's not what I meant."
​"Isn't it?" She didn't look at me as she spread the blankets, her movements jerky and deliberate. "You drew your line. I'm respecting it."
​"Althea—"
​"Goodnight, Thorne."
