As she sat on the rocks, she let the wind blow through her hair, the sound of it blowing past her ears helping to drown out the doubt, but not completely. She had two sides to her thoughts, the demeaning and degrading side. Usually, this side only pops up when she’s genuinely concerned, or worried, or hurt, and this was one of those times. She has a reasonable side, too, however. It was usually able to snap her out of her pitiful mind and make her realize what she actually needed to worry about. She liked that she had that side, it prevented her from staying in the dark for too long. She stayed up on her perch for awhile, sorting through the endless supply of doubts in her mind.<i>What if you aren’t all he wanted? He didn’t actually mean what he said, he was just trying to cheer you up. Besides, you may leave and die, and where would that leave him? Plus, physical intimacy was something you struggled with, and no one wanted that. </i>However, with each degrading, hurtful thought that popped into her head, there was a silver lining in the other parts of her brain.<i>Who cares? Look, the world is ending, and he seems genuinely interested in you, and you’re genuinely interested in him, no? Plus, you aren’t bound for life, if he turns out to be a total deadbeat you can leave. For once, do something for yourself</i>.<br/><br/>She was glad that her mind had two layers, and she sighed, realizing that she was being a little bit stupid. If she was worried, she could just talk to him, he’d be happy to do so. Realizing that she should at least give him a chance, she climbed down from her ledge, hissing when a jolt of pain shot through her leg and shook it off, walking inside. She pushed through the doors, going to greet him when she witnessed him holding his hand over the fire, making her gasp. “Arc!” She dashed over to him, pulling his hand back and turning it over, inspecting it for any burns. “Why would you do that? You could’ve hurt yourself.” She scolds, gently looking his hand over to make sure he was alright. She began to say another thing before pausing, slowly trailing her eyes to meet his. “Arc..who were you talking to? Just now?” She heard his encounter with his mind when she walked into the room, and didn’t think much of it. But not that she’d witnessed this, she thought that maybe it wasn’t as little as she thought.<br/><br/>She observed the broke look on his face and furrowed her eyebrows, keeping his hand in hers. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She didn’t like that look on his face, it made her want to wipe it off, it almost made her sad as well. She wasn’t sure why she cared so much for him, but she did. She wanted him to be happy, something that was a rare feeling these days, and she’d do anything for it. She thought that maybe him talking to her could help him, and maybe even give her a window to talk to him as well. Win win.