[i]If my mother could see me now, she would have a fit. Touching a stranger, from some other bloodline that I doubt is royal.[/i]The thought made her giggle, because she didn't mind at all for some reason. Maybe it was because he came to save her from the pack of wolves, risking himself when he didn't even know her. Maybe it was because she hadn't seen another living person's face since she fled from her hometown by the shore. Every step higher, she just found herself more and more anxious, ready to see where the darkness was at, how much it had covered with it's furling dark mass. Upon reaching the top of the mountain the cave was part of, they both stood and took in the vast darkness that was once the shoreline on the other side of the thick forests by the mountains.
 His voice broke her gaze, and she calmly sat down, releasing his hand so she could smooth her skirt of her dress once more, despite it's tattered and dirty condition.She stretched her legs out, pushing her back against one of the jagged pieces of rocks coming out of the mountain's surface. She turned to look at him, her hands placed on her skirts to keep them from moving in the breezes that were stronger at the peak of the mountain. "Well, I'm listening," she said calmly, once again setting her eyes into a content lock on his.