The Sunspire so how do we win?

like, all of the alarm bells that could possibly have  been ringing in her anxiety-ridden head were going off full-blast.  red alert, red alert, red alert.  you done fucked up, girl.

she froze.  she didn't like that this had been turned back on her and her feelings, mostly because she had expected terance to have an answer.  thus far, he'd had one for everything.  so she was taken aback, because ha-ha, what was she feeling?  there's nobody i wanted to tell.  forrest was the one who... figured it out.  she's why i know.  that i'm.  you know.  her discomfort was obvious; she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and one paw worked at the snow beneath her absently.  but i just didn't know what to say when i was asked.  it was that new guy, goldy.  he reminds me of mato and i hate it, but i was trying to be nice and i didn't know what you wanted so i just told him.. nothing.  nobody.

but now, suddenly, she thought that maybe it was wrong.  we both said we weren't ready.  but i don't know all of the guidelines that come with it, ter.