Finding what is lost

Strength was hardly her strong suit. She was small, she was clever, but in tight situations, as with the bear, she was fierce. She didn't cower and let Ollie and Bas take on the bear alone, no, she was quick and resourceful. Though she was untrained, she could be an ankle biter in dire straights, at least when Basilisk was concerned. It had been her first and only opportunity to truly fight. She was defending Bas and Ollie. But when it came to defending herself... She was helpless. Like a bird that played lame to distract the hunter from its young.

He was taking too long to continue the conversation in the usual way and she stole a glance up at him just before he shook his head. He had been drinking her in... This was far from over, unfortunately. The prospect lit a tingling fire between her hips without her consent. Finally, he continued their conversation.
"Oh- all right." She nodded, staring straight ahead, and would follow him as he led the way. What if everyone already assumed it anyway.....?

"Speech"