Hushed Willows Gentle on My Mind

Though the fae was honest and open, there were many things she'd rather not speak of. With such an active mind and a less than desirable upbringing, she'd be lying that the odd grim thought did not cross it. Silent judgments, secrets, regrets — wrapped inside a bright, blue-white silk fabric. Though she felt very close to Dante, perhaps the closest she'd ever been to someone, there were things left unsaid between them. He didn't ask, she didn't tell - why was she fine with that?

Hmm... She hummed as a reply, gaze seeking his own to see if he was being truthful. Of course, she didn't know for sure, but a face to match the words certainly always helped. When feelings were heavy, they were all someone became - oozing out of every pore, you could sense it, like the bumblebee could smell fear.

She perked up a bit, ears pressed forward to make sure she'd heard him right. She rose from her wilted position, tipping her head to one side. You too? She asked, a sparkle of mischief in her gaze.