Stavanger Bay everyone, step aside; this is the last warning

Doe did not like this - this baring of the heart. It felt almost like surrender, but she was used to that, and this? This was frightening. It was scary to offer up herself and see him stand so rigid and still, yellow eyes glinting into the darkness of her den but not with any emotion she could name. Why didn't he say something? Why didn't he move or run or scream, or tell her she'd gotten it all wrong, this wasn't what he wanted -

But no - come here, he said. He still wants me at the very least.

Still, her legs shook as she shuffled toward him, ears back and head down like a scolded pup. Part of her knew - the part called Atoll - that she should not balk at anything; not anymore. But somehow, Szymon was different. Outside of Atoll's influence. For him, she would always just be Doe - the girl he'd brought back to life simply by virture of being Szymon.

Her thoughts stuttered, running back and forth and into each other as she bumped the top of her head against his neck. Do you like it? she wanted to ask; Do you like me?

Ahhh. Clunky post day.