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The scarlet caped woman found that she didn't terribly mind the mysteries woven between them. Though she longed to peel back to curtains edge and find certain answers, she still clung to the near see through veil that enshrouded them. His mystery, his unknowns... The figurative lock that bound the icy gray leather that was his book shut, withholding the script on the pages she so yearned to read. He was a curiosity to her. That was what kept pulling her towards him by some force she didn't understand.

She had been holding her breath, she realized, as she waited for Wintersbane to respond. Slowly, she let it out, carefully so, in hopes that he might not notice. She dared not reveal too much, no matter how very badly she wanted to. The silent, intense glimmer in her eyes said clearly, that she did indeed, have one specific man in mind. 

Then there was that pull again. That overwhelming urge, the instinct to be near him. Could it be her hormones, her body acting up from the pregnancy, she wondered? Or did it stem from somewhere else entirely? "I have had my chance. I was burnt once, and that was enough. I don't know if I could take it again. I'm...more fragile than you might realize." She turned, moving around to his other side, letting only her tail trace up the length of his spine in a tender touch. "Besides, I can't think of anyone who would want me."