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Niamh clenched her teeth together. Obviously, Phox was ready to move on after Camilla; and Colt had been ready to move on after Nell. It seemed like the sort of thing that was supposed to happen, but she couldn't help but feel as though something might be wrong with her- as she hadn't even begun to think about moving on. It had been just too easy to settle into life as it was- being lonely, but content enough, without putting a relationship back into her life as a goal again. 

She was troubled, and felt a bit pressured, when he suggested that they could simply be friends. She felt pressured, of course- even though he didn't intend to do so- to have feelings in return for him, as though it was some sort of moral obligation that feelings should not be unreciprocated. How could he really have feelings for her, if he was fine with being friends if she wasn't ready? Was this a male thing- the ability to compartmentalize feelings- that she wasn't capable of? Because for her, it seemed like things had to either be all in, or not there at all. 

She stayed quiet (quite a feat for her), and began to linger on another thought which bothered her. She'd thought about it even knowing that Colt had previously had a mate, and now knowing that she too might have the potential to move forward with another significant other, following her first. She was relieved that Phox wasn't going to be actively looking elsewhere- but she was distracted by a very secret idea that she had never pitched before- not even to Colt. She'd been too crazy for him to even consider bringing it up, lest it become some sort of deterrant. After all- had she brought it up to Colt, maybe he might have thought about things differently. 

"I just...I don't know how to feel about it. Seeing someone, as a widow," She said. "It's just...After you die, you go somewhere, right?" She said, and was beginning to feel a heaviness in her throat. She did her best to only glance at him, and then return her stare to the ground to try and avoid the tears which inevitably began to grow hot inside her cheeks. "Well...When we're all gone...What happens then? If...If Colt's there, and you're there, and I'm there...Who am I with? And he had a mate before me too...So what then? Is he with me or with her? And are you with Camilla or are you with me?" She asked, the vulnerability finally peaking in her voice.