Shadewood You've been fighting the memory all on your own

Hesitantly, she followed after him. 

Her glass eyes sought him subtly as they walked, wondering both where they were going and wondering at the relationship between them. She cared for Cry, without a doubt there was emotional intimacy between them - the kind of trust that didn't need words. She loved Cry, but was there something more? 

Could she be in love with him?

That question alone brought forth confusing and conflicting emotions. She couldn't answer it and her eyes slid away, silent as she padded after him.