Moonspear that’s just who i am this week.

Fennec stepped away when he started to even though she wasn't ready just yet. She wasn't sure when she would have been and she didn't need him getting the wrong idea. Or, really, the right one. He wasn't wrong when he gave himself credit for some of her tolerance, and she took it for the joke it was, but silently she knew the truth. He'd been her first real heartbreak.

Things had changed since then, and a lot of years had passed, but there were some things that maybe never changed. Selfishly she wasn't sure she could make the same promises he had just a few moments ago. If his old tendency to shut her out, or brush things off, hadn't disappeared then she wasn't sure she could keep doing this to herself.

Fennec tensed as the water hit her abruptly, shattering her train of thought. Her expression went really? As she flicked an ear in his direction, huffing out a semi-annoyed breath at the same time. That's my cue. Now I'm leaving and you are definitely bringing me dinner.

After this whole interaction, she wasn't sure about any of the feelings she was feeling, and having a little time to sort that out might do her some good.