<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla sighed, pulling the curtains open and setting the tub to fill with hot water, just cool enough that she could tolerate it. A hot bath would do her good. Help her clear her mind. And maybe than she could focus on her work. Or maybe she was just hungry. She wasn’t a jealous person, or a romantic person. It had to be bleed over from Alexi. But he wasn’t jealous of her. And he wasn’t sad or confused. Unless the bleed over was why she wanted that affection to begin with. She sighed, feeling alexi reach out to her.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;nothing. Everything. Heck i don't even know. I’m probably just tired and hungry. You know me. Ball of weird.&gt;</span></i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“She’s trying too hard to make me think its nothing. Which means it's definitely something…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he murmured, resting his forehead against lucian’s hair. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“I just can’t get a good read on it. She’s conflicted about something, her own feelings. But if she doesn’t understand them, and won’t let me help her…</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">” he sighed. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“She says she’s just hungry. Which definitely isn’t it.”</span>