It wasn't until he commented on her distant look that she realized she'd zoned out. The scene had taken such a heavy prevalence in her mind, Eryn had completely ignored Amsu in her daze. Shaking her head to clear it from her mind, she nodded. "I-It was nothing," she assured him, hastily taking a sip of water for something to do.<br/><br/>The smallest of wistful smiles appeared on her face as she listened to his words, thinking of how she wouldn't mind dying for love. 'Twas a fact she wouldn't admit aloud, but she'd always dreamed of it, feeling a connection to the heroins in books that gave it all to save the one they loved. It made the bond all the more potent, more real, despite their death. She often fantasized about what it'd be like if they met in another life, scenarios dancing through her mind regularly.<br/><br/>Looking into the candle that sat between them, her eyes took in the flame, her mind deep in thought. She wondered what it'd be like...to love someone that much. To die of a broken heart.<span style="font-style: italic">Have to fall in love in order to even contemplate it</span>she reminded herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Like that'll happen.</span><br/><br/>Her finger continued its journey across the rim of her glass, before stopping, sliding slowly down the side before her hand came to rest on the table. "What about Madu holds your attention most?" she asked curiously.