Swiftcurrent Creek we can fake it for the airwaves

A soft breath slips from her as he continues, and she can't quite control the heated flush building under her skin. The feeling does nothing to soothe the whirlwind of conflicting emotions already within her, but she leans into his touch anyway, desperately ignoring her body's reaction. His response to her gratitude only worsens the situation; immediately guilt shoots through her like lightning, and her eyes fill with tears before she even realizes it's happening. She can't help but wonder what sort of sick monster she must be to have such a reaction, when Kavik's intentions are nothing but pure. Her head dips instinctively as the guilt overwhelms her, legs drawing up to cover her face when the first tears fall. She goes silent, hoping that somehow Kavik won't notice before she has a chance to compose herself. The rest of his words go unnoticed entirely, consumed as she is by her hormonal angst.