From the moment of his return, soft grey eyes studied him subtly, taking in his every movement, waiting for something. Nisha wasn't sure what to expect, honestly. After spending all her life under the cruel thumb of her older brother, she didn't know if there was a trap with honey for the bait. He really was being...amazing. A soft blush crossed her pale cheek, a shy smile touching her lips as he praised her for the fire. How odd, she didn't even know him, why should she care about his approval? Well her life was kind of dependent on his mercy, wasn't it?
When Ronan's hand moved to touch her cheek, Nisha visibly flinched, eyes fluttering momentarily before his warm fingers touched her skin. With a slight tremble she forced herself to look back up at him, not letting herself pull away from his soft touch. Her grey eyes dilated and she felt a soft fluttering in her chest. It took effort to make herself look back to the dead sheep when he questioned if she could prepare it. Slowly she licks her dry lips before looking back at him.
"It will be messy without a knife. How would you like it?" Her eyes were slightly transfixed on her face, her cheeks were flushed, and pale lips were softly parted.