The look in his eyes shifted, holding their dark curiosity while Iris felt her panting breaths rest. A new fear had developed, something other than the horrors of the pain she had felt only moments ago. Her back twitched in an almost instinctive way, but nothing would happen along the smooth skin where feathered limbs once sprouted. When she had opened her eyes she witnessed the guilt paired with confusion, but now there was something else. Something that created weariness.<br/><br/>No, she didn't die. She was right there, laying in the spot where he had snapped her neck. Where her body grew limp, and her eyes closed for what should have been for the last time. "No," Her head shook slowly when asked how, not willing to speak of her truths. The tears had begun again, stinging healed skin while her mind denied him. It pulled at her heart as she pulled herself away from him, trying to gain a distance between each other with a newfound strength. Iris fought for a new reason now, to conceal her secrets which had been tucked away for so long. She couldn't tell him, could she?<br/><br/>"Roan, please.." The woman reached for the sheets, the headboard, anything that could help pull her away from him. But she was slow, her body already missing his warmth the second it left. Being left bare for his eyes no longer mattered, the torn fabric of her body tugged downward with the friction of her movements as she slid back. "I'll forgive you for what you did, so long as you forget what I can do," Her eyes pleaded, voice trembling with a break of heartache. She wanted him, his arms around her, but at that moment she worried for any pain he would send her way instead.<br/><br/>What was she? That would not be an easy answer to explain, even though he already knew so much without realizing it. The light that she reached for, the window into her lost home. Iris paused in her weakened attempt of escape, breathing in a short gasp while attempting not to break. She didn't know why she stopped, why her eyes couldn't leave his no matter how his expression molded.