“she was very sweet, wasn't she?”

She asked with a bitter smile, her hand guiding his up so she could place a kiss above steel knuckles.

She wanted to tell him time healed wounds...but that would be a lie.

“his name was Valarr, a perfect mix between me and his father.”

She spoke fondly, looking up into his coal hues.

“. . . it's been at least a century since then.

He had these fluffy black hair and slightly tan skin which was so soft and smooth.

And the cutest tail, too.”

And wanting to return his trust, she did take off the brooch that held her fluffy coat around her neck.

It was one of those you could open to store something small and as she handed it to him, her fingers trembled.

“...be careful when you open it.”

With a sigh she moved into his embrace, slowly straddling his lap and reaching up to cradle his face.

“I'm sorry I just...got worried.

I care for you so much...”

But there was something that turned the fluttering of her heart into... anxiety.

“...say that again?”