If it had been in your intentions to veil the shift in your demeanour, you were failing miserably. Dorcas could identify every change: the dim in your spirit, no matter how great or small it was, the silences that would faltered over you at the most random of times.

Yet she had made no advances to question you about it.

That was until she had snuck out of the castle to go on a late night stroll and she spotted you in the distance, at the river's bank, simply... screaming. As if letting out pent up emotion.