Katerina ran her hand over his  his pelt, feeling the moistening, thick fur as she thought about his first question. “<b>It depends on who you ask,</b>” she said, her eyes following his movements as he pulled off his shirt and stepped into the rain. The outdoors suited him well, much better than the closed tavern. Out here, he was much more at ease and in his element.<br/><br/>Her lips curved slightly at his admission, satisfied that she had been right with her initial assessment. More than that, he seemed to be at ease enough to open up a little more to her, one comment at a time.<br/><br/>She didn’t realize she was mesmerized by the sight of him bathing in the rain until he caught her gaze with his own. His voice was gentle, though just as deep, and for some reason, she felt compelled to seriously consider his question and give an honest answer. “<b>Losing my freedom,</b>” she decided, but left it at that. It would be foolish of her to tell him too much, especially when answering a question like that. Carefully, she decided to elaborate, “<b>Some take it for granted, the ability to walk this earth.</b>”