<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Caillen felt a small tinge of comfort from Eric's words, though it did nothing to erase her beliefs about their parents completely. She should've moved on from her brother being dead already, instead of complaining about why they shouldn't throw away or give away his things. A wave of energy passed through Caillen and she shivered. She glanced up, noticing Eric let out a small hum as she traced his scar. He seemed to have felt it too. He pulled her close and she gulped. She quit tracing the scar and pulled her hand back, fearing she would get caught up in herself. It was a strange, intense feeling; she couldn't let her emotions get the best of her though.<br/>
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"That's sad," she murmured. "I'll help you remember. I remember lots of things, especially things between us. We were very close and I think we still are. What do you want to know?" <br/>
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A part of her felt like she was babying him. She could sense everything he did; every breath he took. It made her feel different, like she was loved and cherished. Caillen almost wanted to forget living and go to be beside Eric in the afterlife. She bit her lip, too caught up in the moment of her brother, the ghost, inhaling her flowery scent. The lavender perfume she always wore, the one their Great Grandmother always wore. She loved the way his nose touched her bare shoulder. "God, Eric," she mumbled, chills shooting up her spine. "I- Do you- I mean, if you just want to cuddle, that's always an option too." <br/>
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Caillen wasn't sure if she really wanted to share what'd happened to him on such quick notice. It was already satisfying enough that he really did seem to miss her... perhaps too much. "I know we used to do this... a lot. Where we would just lay down with each other, share secrets, and take comfort in each other's arms when Mom and dad got onto one of us. It was like they didn't even know their own children. Mom and dad didn't know who we really were and whenever you held me, sometimes, I wasn't really sure what to think. It felt good but I wondered if it felt <i>too</i> good. I wish you could remember how you felt with me. I think it would make things feel more comforting for you."<br/>
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She found her fingers touching his skin again and her heart rate quickened. Lord, he felt just the same as he was when he was alive. Her breath caught and she pulled away, mind dizzy from the trance-like state. No, it was wrong. Even if he was dead, it was still wrong. Caillen's cheeks warmed and she turned away, realizing her nipples had hardened from the sudden heightened state of arousal. Her breath shook and she pulled some hair strands back behind her ear. If she had let him continue, that would've been bad. She didn't know if she would've been able to stop either. </span>