Sweet as pie

Segin assured her that the memory didn't hurt anymore, but she still felt bad for bringing it up. Not that she really had family, but she could imagine if Indigo were to suddenly abandon her. It would feel horrible. No doubt Segin was made of stronger stuff than Gypsy. The tiny woman was fragile both physically and mentally. She'd been raised that way. Never fed too much. Always kept slender and lithe. Never allowed to develop any life skills. Always cared for. She'd never known any other way. Segin most likely had to fend for himself. He was grown in a way while Gypsy was still essentially a child.

The small woman could hear him stir and suddenly she could feel the force of his frame near her. A nose touched her shoulder and a soft, shuddering gasp pulled from the tiny, speckled lady. "Please," she released on a shaky breath. Indigo trusted him, so she didn't think he would hurt her, but she still couldn't fight the anxiety that physical touch brought. It took every ounce of her will power to not go backpedaling into the corner.

Ears tucked, she barely heard the man's offer to go look at flowers. She felt that she needed to explain. Her heart thudded loudly in her ears and her breathing was a little rough as she fought the panic. "I've been used my whole life. Physical touch... it has always meant pain and abuse." Panicked tears began filling the woman's blind eyes and she began to fight hyperventilation. "I'm sorry, Segin." Gypsy took big gulps of air and her little body began to shudder. He'd done nothing wrong, but that single, simple little touch brought a miasma of memories biting at her heels.

"Gypsy"