Swiftcurrent Creek who do you think you are? who do you think i am?

she shook her head. "i've not left the territory much-- nor have i gone far," she told him, sort of quietly. was it bad she had not tried? perhaps she should've. and she opened her mouth to respond again, perhaps offer to go out, but was cut short as constantine noted the herd that went through. she looked down, ears pricked. "i hadn't noticed," she admitted meekly, looking a bit shocked. she hadn't been paying attention, more like. 

and then constantine asked something of her that she was... well, more than shocked about. she turned to face him, concern pressed to her features. "you'd like that?" she asked, just to double check.