Drums... drums in the deep

His tempered gaze was all she needed to feel like he would catch her if she fell. She kept glancing at his eyes watching her as she descended back to the ground. Hoping he wouldn't admonish her too severely when she was back within his reach.

Instead his growled words made her heart leap into her throat and her breath catch behind it. Especially? He turned away as if he not just ripped his heart out of his chest and shown it to her.

Truly?

Her dainty careful paws were frozen to the spot as he walked on. The seconds stretched onward as the halting static ran through the scratched record in her brain. Finally she broke free of it and skittered to follow behind him.

How could she be... As important as Charlie? Basilisks family? A working, fighting free, now missing, member of Armada? Wasn't a slave like her dispensable? Owned to do the dirty dangerous grueling jobs? Granted she wasn't asked to do the dangerous jobs... Even warned and protected against those.

But especially her? Was their night embrace more than just a slip of judgement and physical desire?

"Its just because I'm useful." She mumbled to herself, kicking a stone away from her. It had to be it. Nothing more, she was just exceptionally useful.