Krugeristan wrote:"It's alright, it's alright," Vershenov said. "Now, if I may ask, what happened? You weren't anywhere near the fumes. Was it just . . . nerves? Or . . ." Vershenov let a tone of some deeper understanding as to human thought and memory creep into his voice, "Something else?"
"Something else.", Fiona admitted, looking down to her other hand as Sio nudged it, before he gave her fingers a gentle lick. She smiled at her companion. "Something I do not wish to discuss."
Her words had a finality to it, which allowed for no argument whatsoever. She did not want to speak about it and that was final.
Her eyes, though, they showed fear - simple, primal fear.
And that was not because of her hosts.