lead me out on the moonlit floor

Thalia was silent for a long moment after she spoke, as Theory too tried to process what she'd said. Thalia didn't know what to say or do anymore when it came to her, and that uncertainty was terrifying. She was never very quick to act, always one to deliberate and think things through to an agonizing degree, but could something like this really be rationalized? They were feelings, desires, and Thalia wasn't equipped to think properly over these things. Feelings were something conveniently pushed aside in favor of rational thought, but in this case she wasn't sure that was the solution.

She let out a loud, slightly exaggerated sigh as Theory began to speak. She wasn't just talking now, she was giving her a challenge. Now that was something Thalia would have to respond to. She was no coward; she wouldn't slink away from the discomfort of any challenge, not if she thought she could rise to the occasion and prove herself. She could impress Theory. She could make a good impression for not only herself, but all of Aerie. She hadn't declined a challenge in the past, had she? Thalia just barely managed to refrain from sneering, vaguely annoyed - though this was merely covering up the sudden flurry of nervousness welling up inside her chest. "Fine," was all she said as Theory turned to leave, saying nothing more. This decision was surely going to be the hardest yet she'd had to make, though she had a feeling when it came to Theory it would hardly be the last tough choice she'd ever have to maike.