Tiraris listened intently to what he was saying. 'A quilt? Now that is very interesting way of putting it.' She found herself fascinated and puzzled by this man. He was so innocent. 'He is like me before everything really started. He is good and kind. He is one of those pure souls, selfless and caring.' The thoughts surprised her. She had long since forgotten who she used to be. Having long ago locked away her youth in order to protect herself from her mother, she had become the colder more calculated woman she was today. Windsor's kindness was a new and foreign concept to her. She did not dislike it. But, she was wary of it. Past experience had taught her not to trust.
"Hate you?" She repeated, rejoining the conversation. "Now that is not fair. You had me knocked unconscious when I will wanted to do was to stop being an inconvenience," she teased back in mock innocence. "Of course, I am going to say 'I hate you.' You would do the same, I am sure. But, you are welcome nonetheless. I was wrong to say that; you were only trying to help me."
"Hate you?" She repeated, rejoining the conversation. "Now that is not fair. You had me knocked unconscious when I will wanted to do was to stop being an inconvenience," she teased back in mock innocence. "Of course, I am going to say 'I hate you.' You would do the same, I am sure. But, you are welcome nonetheless. I was wrong to say that; you were only trying to help me."