Odessa was sure she could eat more, and felt some relief when more of the stew was offered to her, some sparkles returning to her eyes. "Thank you," she began to say, glad to have accepted more food. She was still so very famished, but oh, when he reached out a hand to touch her, she blinked and looked down at the hand over hers, then lifted her eyes to look into his.
At his next series of words, she knew not what to say, and was scared stiff when he moved forward. Her heart went to her throat, thumping in her ears, and when his lips sealed to hers, she froze up, and he'd only be able to kiss her cold, stiff lips in reply, for she had no way or reason to respond as fear and uncertainty prickled and bristled inside her. THen when he broke away, she felt a hotness scorch across her cheeks, heating all the way and reaching to the tips of her ears.
Her body fluttered, an excitement unknown fluttering through her body before she tensed and backed away suddenly, not sure what to do or say to something like that. Having never experienced such a kiss before, only chaste ones during her time at the church. Odessa wondered if it was some other form of endearment in this country. Yes, the sisters and brothers all shared kisses, soft to cheeks, very little would it ever be on lips, and sometimes sweetly on foreheads-
But his kiss was something else, it brought on something else and again she was too stunned for words as golden eyes stared at him, she leaning back and afraid, uncertain, and also feeling horrible for feeling this way.
"I-" she began, but no words could be brought forth. She was totally out of her element here and something inside her mind was telling her she ought to run- but how rude would that be when this man had offered her his food and so kindly offered a friendship, a means to help? How rude of her to just misinterpret his culture-
Was this how men comforted women here? In this place, where ever this place was...
Her eyes hastily went to the stew.
"Yes, I.. I could maybe eat more stew," she stammered awkwardly, face twisting a bit in confusion and uncertainty, and uncertain why she needed or wanted to avoid his gaze.