Sveta froze. She finally understood what it meant to kill the mood. She was too literal, she was too much. When he lifted her off she looked out across the water. She felt a redness consume her cheeks and she felt embarrassed. She thought for a moment. She could feel the tears, but fought them back. She grabbed her clothes and pulled them on. Walking to the back of the boat she sat down and looked out over the river. She was angry at herself. Angry that she was even in this situation. She stared out over the river, her back to Trent.<br/><br/>She could not even look at him as the hours passed. Instead she sat farther away from him, hidden behind metal as she eyed the land off to the sides. Her mind wondering the entire time. She really wasn't sure about things anymore. It really riled her up. Sighing softly she closed her eyes. There was nothing about this that she had really thought about. She began to toss small pebbles she found that had been tracked into the boat. She hummed ever so quietly as she sat on the back of the boat.<br/><br/>A curious thought in her head and irritation along her face. She was severely confused and so she pulled over her mask, tucked her cloak close to her body. She was hiding her face. She couldn't face him. It would take a while before she'd take that mask off again. But it would save her face and some pride. She stood walking to the front and looked up to the sky. "You have five minutes. Then this storm will be over top." She spoke softly pointing to the seemingly distant clouds.