Forget wasn’t the right term, more like…you knew that if you had to tend to her rump you’d have a stroke so you just pretended it didn’t exist to the point that you convinced yourself Dash ended at her wings. It was an instinctive response, a memory lapse for the purpose of self-preservation. But what would you be if you were a slave to you inner uncertainties? You certainly wouldn’t have discovered your affection for her. Her eyes flash their own brand of uncertainty as she fears she’s said something wrong. That is one thing you’re definitely not going to let happen.