My heart keeps racing

As far as she knew, she hadn't attracted any admirers. But then again, she wasn't a mind-reader, and it was impossible to truly tell what went on in the minds of others. She knew that at least in Fiori, there were no males roughly around her age. There were plenty of nice women, but other than friendship, Bright Moon had no interest in them, although who was to know if someone hadn't glanced her way with interest? As he apologized for possibly overstepping his boundaries, Bright laughed lightly, shaking her head. "No, it's quite alright," she assured him - although she had become a little bit nervous, she realized she needn't be. They were mature adults, and it wasn't like they had to waste time wondering about such things. They were no strangers to pain. In fact, she was a little glad he had come forward with such a topic. Unexpected, yes, but she felt herself easing into the subject. Was there anything with Quelt that could feel difficult?

She smiled as his thoughts came out loud, wondering to himself if he could ever be loved again as he put more years behind him. Her heart twinged slightly for him. Before now, she had never thought she would be drawn to another. Love, in the romantic sense, was not something she imagined herself experiencing again. Not since... her eyes squinted slightly, as she then looked to the sky. If she were to ever love someone again, to bond with another and grow old with them... would Riddick forgive her when they met in the afterlife? He had loved her deeply, and she had loved him, yet he'd been taken from her much too soon. Would he feel forgotten?

Please forgive me, my love... she thought, her heart aching - she didn't want to feel like she was ever leaving him behind. Yet as her silver eyes descended to look upon Quelt, her heart felt lighter as she yearned for the connection she'd built with him. She took another deep breath, summoning up courage, if there was any left to be had. "Quelt, if I may be so bold..." she began softly, moving toward him just slightly as she dipped her forepaws into the water beside him, glancing upon his scarred face which had become oddly reassuring to her, "I have grown quite fond of you lately... Perhaps you and I... we don't have to be alone. Perhaps we don't have to keep living in the ways of our past." She wasn't sure about love, or romance, or any of that. But the thought of his dedicated companionship brought her great comfort.