OTTO'S POV
As I worked with Jasmine on translating and deciphering the map, I noticed she was quiet.
I looked from where I was seated, drawing out the maps while continuing with the translations.
Unlike the other times she had come visiting, she had been excited and all chatty.
She had wanted to know everything, and it had taken the will of my wolf not to explode.
And yet today, she was quiet.
Refused to say a word and seemed to be solely focused on her work.
I should be happy she wasn't disturbing my work, yet I couldn't work.
After all, I needed peace to work.
But I knew something was wrong.
It should be none of my business if something had happened, and yet I had this sickening feeling.
This guilt to know if she was okay.
I went back to work and tried to focus on my quill.
I was so burdened by the overwhelming guilt that I snapped and noisily set the quill down on the table.
"Alright. That's it." I said, turning to face her.
She jumped instantly.
