Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

His gaze drew her in.
But also stopped her from acting further. She was enthralled with his presence -- of this was the right decision.
He was thinking. Contemplating. Perhaps even lost in a memory. Had he before had a wife? He wasn't much younger than her. Her tail swayed with uncertainty at his now poker face.

Did she want to be fixed?
She didn't think she was broken. Just a bit too much for herself. Especially now...she was ageing. She knew that. Though she might not look very old later in life, considering that her face was already mostly white. One blessing, she guessed. Oh, how her bones may start to ache and her mind may muddle.

"Yes," she replied as he leaned in.
Her eyes glued to his.

Do you want to change?
Well, it wouldn't be much fun to deny him now, would it? He wasn't like them, she'd decided. No, she'd decided that whilst they may have come fro the same wretched hole, O'Malley was not them.
"Yes."
Ah, the power of yes.