Attempting very much to concentrate on the cold water, was making it very difficult to concentrate on NOT doing other things. Like peaking where she wasn't supposed to. Arnel's desire was just barely showing under his armor, something she wouldn't have noticed without her years of experience. A guilty part of her was just a little bit proud that she could still elicite that kind of reaction from him. If there was any time to take advantage, now would be the time to do it. But no, she was a different person now. A better person. And she wasn't about to cause trouble for an unmarried man who had done so much for her since her reformation. She took a deep breath and tried to think of something, anything to keep herself distracted.
"Arnel, do you think, maybe sometimes, in another life, if you know, I wasn't me and you weren't you," she didn't know where she was going with this. The words were just tumbling out of her mouth now. "Maybe somehow, we could've gotten along, or" been a pair... No, that was a childish fantasy. But she couldn't help but wonder. How exactly did he see her now? They were certainly allies, perhaps more than that after everything, but did that constitute the potential for romance. Or was she nothing more than a sister to him?
For her part, he was a friend in a sense, but there still lingered longings from her previous life, both as a temptress and a false devotee. Feelings of desire, but also genuine affection. Perhaps she should be happy simply for the chance to be near him. Though, she was sure if there was ever a point where he would remarry another woman, her heart would certainly be shattered.