<div style="text-align: justify;">She caught him as he almost zoomed into her arms, and allowed herself a chuckle before she realized just how taut his voice was. She held him out at arm's length, searching his face. Her stomach had plummeted to the ocean floor long before the two of them had floated down. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Is something wrong?"</span> She asked, and would have kicked herself if she had had any legs. Of course something was wrong. Why else would Dimitri - kind, curious Dimitri - look like he had seen a ghost? <br/><br/>She swallowed nervously. Maybe he had finally come to his senses and realized that he couldn't stay here forever. Alannah supposed a week was a good amount of time for that. Just enough to have a bit of fun, and then leave on some strange, supernatural quest never to return again. Or maybe to indeed return every now and then, like some kind of stress relief. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4080FF">Alannah. Stop. Listen to him before you decide anything.</span></span> <span style="color: #4080FF">"Well,"</span> she said, clearing her throat <span style="color: #4080FF">"Talk, then."</span></div>