Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

She was fully prepared to work herself into a wallow and chase him off, a habit she was working on but right now wasn't in much of a state to self-reflect with. His statement hit her unexpectedly and she definitely didn't hide it. He was staying? That didn't make any sense. Nothing had changed. She was here because they'd said they needed her here and that wasn't something she was willing to assume of anywhere else, no matter how much she wanted it to be true.

He said he was here for her and that was the thing that had done it. But there was still no need behind that, only want, and want could be there one day and gone the next. Normally the future was something she read, not something she worried about, but her blood sang to her right now that what she wanted this week she could only have from someone who'd stay. Apparently she wasn't her mother's daughter after all.

What about the Glen? She really couldn't just let a good thing be a good thing.