Dawnlark Plains Praying for love in a lap dance

There'd been nothing more she could have said, having resulted in the threat being thrown out there. It was unlikely she'd leave, of course, but he didn't need to know that. "It's not Seadog that I don't like," she began, keeping her gaze on the land ahead of them. She could not look at him, not yet. "What I don't like is not being in control of myself, and that's exactly what happened a few days ago. That's exactly what you caused." Aloud, she blamed him and would continue to do so, but inwardly she knew it was not solely his fault. She'd had a hand in it as well, but her actions were seemingly justified by the fact that she hadn't been in the right state of mind. Madness had clouded her judgement, and that was that.

Slowly, her head turned in his direction, gaze lifting up to meet the side of his face. Her expression was serious, and genuinely so. "If what happen results in... anything," the woman started, having to pause briefly and shake her head. "If I end up pregnant because of what we did, know that I will kill them the second they're out of my body." She could not see herself as a mother, not presently anyways, and held no qualms with letting him know that. While her methods were, by far, extreme, she did not believe them to be unreasonable.