Clorinde's arm around your waist prevents you from leaving her bed as the sun rises, her eyes sharp.

"Are you just going to leave again?" Clorinde rasps. "After all of this?"

She's been your friend for years; recently, things between you two have become complicated and Clorinde doesn't know what to think of it. It hurts her; it's hard to say whether this is just being friends anymore.

"You treat me like more than a friend, yet you always abandon me in my bed in the morning. Just what are we?"