Oh... You must be extremely strong willed. [ Caoimhe is impressed by the others fortification of mind. Being able to not whither beneath the forest and its games, as well as the forced hallucinations it put on her shoulders. It almost draws her back when - the hand takes her and her eyes fall on them. She remembers Caragh, grabbing her hand always in moments like this. Never knowing what to say, but always wanting to let Caoimhe know that she was there. ] ... If I told you... I think that... You would....

[ Not like me anymore? Think that I am an unkind person? Think me a disappointment. ] I am afraid... Of the disappointment it will cause you to feel. All my life... I've been one to my people for centuries now... I don't - I don't want to be that to you too. Not after, you said such kind things to me.

[ Her hand trembles a little holding his, she also seems to speak quietly. Looking down at the ends of her dress. ]