She couldn't help but to grin and giggle.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Not any more than I normally do. Are you saying you don't like me growing a personality? I thought that was what you wanted..."</span>There was clear teasing behind her words. Though, there was a fear at the back of her mind telling her that he probably didn't like it. It was hard to keep smiling while her own doubt ate at her.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"But I'll stop if you want."</span><br/><br/>The feel of his arms around her waist certainly made her feel more safe, more at home. No, his arms<span style="font-style: italic">were</span>home. Aiko couldn't deny that fact or any other fact when it came to Tarrok. Though, that burning smell sort of seemed not right...<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"The soup!"</span>she gasped out before the Saiyan pulled them both out of the water.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"Is it okay?!"</span><br/><br/>She shivered in the sudden change of temperature. Grabbing whatever she could, Aiko wrapped herself in something to both dry off and warm up. A look of relief flushed over her when she noticed that it was pretty much fine. The feline just smiled at Tarrok, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her head dropped down onto his shoulder. Her tail wrapped around his arm.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"What are you sorry for? I've done mistakes like this, too. Remember what you've always told me?"</span>