Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

Disbelief showed in her calming eyes, vulnerability hidden neatly underneath as he nudged the catch closer. She dared not assume anything - dared only to watch his every move as if she was expecting for him to explode. A little volcano did he resemble - unpredictable and deadly, surely to cause chaos. If her brother was a volcano, what was she? ...Why? She asked him, expression not doubtful; just confused.

How did you-... Her question got cut off by herself as she knew the question to be a stupid one.