It takes Tharja ten minutes to eventually corner you behind some tents. She hopes you’re not avoiding her on purpose.

“Are you cheating on me?” she asks in a low voice, eyes narrowing. “I saw you look at her. I’m your soulmate. You belong to me.”

She chews on her thumb nail. You can’t be thinking about leaving her. Your souls are bound; you’re destined to be with her and only her. Have the hexes not worked? You’re not supposed to love anyone else. She won’t let you.