The Sunspire [m] feather blanket

Yuki's head would tilt in visible confusion as the woman let out a laugh -- she failed to see where her mirth had come from. She did not say something funny, did she? Or maybe the girl was just naturally funny, in a way.

Actually, the latter made her feel much better, so she just rolled with it.

S-same for me? An ink-dipped paw pressed against her chest, as if to point at herself. -- but how could my body want something if I do not will it? Wasn't that impossible? The sound of swarms of men following her just to attack her sounded like something out of a horror movie. It wasn't something she'd want happening to her at all, so couldn't she control it?

There were many questions that swirled around in her mind, and the visible wrinkle in her brow as she pondered this said so.

Oh, him? Well... Her eyes drifted to the side, followed by a sheepish grin. We actually camp near a river behind the mountains....sometimes I slip away though. 

Then she leaned in closer, up close in personal, as her voice fell into a whisper. If you ever see him, though, don't tell him! If he finds out how often I wander out with my injury, he'll be angry with me. 

Not that it was really a secret at this point. Yuki was pretty sure he'd noticed by now. It was probably better to confess herself if she was ever confronted, though.