When Moon finally went back in, Terra was still huddling by the fire. She didn't look up as Moon stepped in, and kept her eyes on the flickering plumes of red in front of her.
"Are you with him?" Terra asked, still not looking at her. Moon didn't say anything.
"The person outside." Terra repeated.
There was really no way out of this scenario. If she said yes, Terra would likely never talk to her again. If she said no, Terra would think she was lying. Terra, meanwhile, seemed to be taking Moon's silence as a yes.
"Did you take me there too? To that foggy place?" Terra asked, anger creeping into her voice. Moon was still silent, lingering by the doorway, not sure what lies she could spin to get out of the situation this time.
Then, familiar, strong arms wrapped around her.
"You should watch your words, Terra. She isn't with me." Venus said from behind her. Moon was still momentarily stunned, so much so that she forgot to shake him off.
"She is mine." Venus continued.
Moon blushed and pushed him away. "Personal space bubble." She muttered.
Venus silently smirked and then turned to Terra.
"What I did to you has nothing to do with her." He said to Terra, and then turned around and walked out, without saying a word. When Moon peered outside, all that was left was a slightly singed patch of grass.
Terra was still inside, now silently glaring at her. She got up, handed Moon the blanket, and also left, not before shooting a glare across the room.
And that, ladies and gentleman, was how Moon royally screwed up everything.