He does most of the work filling the silence and she is more than content to let him.
She answers the questions that he asks her, but it always quiet and just a little short and guarded. She is careful to not give away more than necessary and although perhaps she could be described as being cagey, she prefers to think that she is just being guarded—trying her best to protect a heart so ravaged by life.
Still, he is kind, and she does not resent him his questions or his politeness.
In many ways, she is grateful for his manners and the casual interest he shows in her life.
So she doesn’t bite or show her fang and instead walks by his side, muscles still tight but relaxing slightly with every step. It is not until they reach the pond that she takes a full breath though, and she gives him a grateful smile as she steps forward. Silently accepting his offer, she bends her graceful neck down and takes several drinks of water, feeling the clear and clean feel of it wash over her tongue.
Swallowing, she lifts her head and angles it back to him, studying him silently for a moment.
“Taiga is truly beautiful,” there is a moment of hushed appreciation as she dips her head back, smiling at the bird he had told her about and the trees as they rise up like a castle toward the sky.
“I very much appreciate you taking the time to show me around today.”
Then, taking another breath, she steps in line next to him, ready for him to show her the rest of it.
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