No, she supposed she didn't need to tell anyone (although any of her friends with half a brain would recognize her discomfort, she thought).

"It is so uncomfortable," she bemoaned, leaning forward, elbows resting on her knees, to rest her face in her palms. "And what am I to do if the blood... leaks?" She grimaced at the thought. "And you said this will happen until I have children?" She would be counting the years—no wonder girls liked to marry as soon as they graduated!

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