Honeyed Pasture the gentle moonlight

She could hear his approach. Desperately wanting not to look like a pathetic sack of sad, she pulled herself up, stumbling this way and that with dizziness before finding her footing. Before her stood a boy, coated in cool greys with bright blue eyes to match. Some part of her registers that there was some rugged handsomeness to him- but that part of her brain was fuzzy and distant now. 

She was still thinking of Hydra's words, to beware men. And so, even as her heat makes her suddenly needy, wanting to race up and push herself under his stomach and whine, she does not. Huā keeps her distance, calling out tentatively, You want something? while begging her body to resist nature's pull. Still her stomach churned with the unknown sickness.