Finally, the silence was broken by his words. She had accustomed to his little compliments, and though she didn't believe them herself, they seemed to get nicer each time. In saying this, she didn't find his words the least bit strange or odd, just pleasant to hear. It made her feel all warm on the inside and brought a smile to her features. After all, she was an attention-seeker; she was hungry for compliments and craved the touch of others. With the latter on her mind, she scooted closer to the male until her fur brushed his; ebony strands entwining with russet. Yes, she felt much better.
He spoke again, this time raising a couple intriguing questions. A small frown moulded into her complexion as she tilted her head to the side, feeling a mixture of confusion and curiosity. What had influenced him to bring those inquiries up, she didn't know. Either way, she'd still answer. What did she do when she was upset? Well, there was the time when she had discovered her mother was sick - an illness of the mind if she recalled correctly - and that had been difficult for her. Not many things blocked the headstrong and resilient girl, but seeing her family in pain definitely got to her. "I'm not good at dealing with my emotions by myself, so it helps to talk to others," she answered softly, remembering her encounter with her brother before she had left. Right when her mother got sick. "Why do you ask?"
