She wasn't about to push him away, she knew he carved it just as much as she did yet... the tournament was holding back much of that. The hand on her hip and at her back made her shudder but seemed it was misplaced when he moved away to the mini-bar. Zebel remained were she was trying to catch her breath and steady her thoughts as she rested on the door of the train now. Though she had to wonder... a drink before a fight... how well was that going to go down? Seemed she didn't think that out very well yet... it seemed to get them some space, that was very much so needed for the most part.<br/><br/>Finally sighing the rest of that sexual tension from her body Zebel moved shakily from the door, taking a seat now. Her legs crossed over one another as she waited silently for Keith to return with the drinks. She was more certain now then ever... if anything were to happen to her parents she would live through it, Keith would be there  but... if something were the happen to Keith, she knew without a doubt that she might not survive that blow. Biting down on her lower lip as she shook the thought from her head, she couldn't let that get to her, she needed to keep her head in the game for the most part.<br/><br/>Zebel's silence was thick enough to be cut with a knife, she had thought so many times and so often to tell Keith what was happening at the tournament but... she was worried about those eyes that seemed to be watching them all. If she told him anything now would Keith explode into bits? Would he disappear when they got off the train? Maybe if she did tell him they could come up with a better plan together... She just wasn't sure what to do. Zebel was so distracted by her thoughts that she wouldn't see Keith when he came to her with the drink, a clear sign to him that there was a lot on her mind, a lot she was worrying about.