[Her hand goes to his chest to stay that anger, and she gently tries to coax him back down so that she can lay her head there again. They have already taken care of things and it was over, and angry as she was then about what he had done to her, she had let it all out, and then let it go. Something that she has a hard time doing most days, but she felt she needed to for this.

But it is good that he understands, because she couldn't quite bring herself to say the actual words.]

Each time, he made me watch. As if he had been taunting me for that day. [Her arms go around him, her hold tightening, and her eyes move to linger on the scar as she tries to think of a way to ask him about that.] You and I, we were falling through the sky again just like we had, only it was... my claws...