<span style="font-style: italic">“That should work right?”</span><br/><br/>That one phrase echoed in her mind over and over while she stared off at nothing in particular and thought it over. She had no reason not to trust Eidhin and his judgment, but she<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>have reason not to trust herself. For the very reasons that he was mulling over silently across from her, she worried for her triggers. While there were days that she felt completely and wholly in control, there were days where she was quick to anger, quick to partially shift before she had any recollection of doing so. If the encounter with her uncle was enough of an indication, or her jealousy during heat, there was a legitimate cause for concern.<br/><br/>“How close do you think we would move to town?” she asked next after a long, pregnant pause had fallen over the pair. Nothing but the sound of utensils scratching against surfaces had been heard, even their breathing all but silent as she stared into space. “Depending on where we move would determine what amenities we have. Would you want to stay closer to…well, our old stomping grounds? Would you want to go somewhere else, further away from here, but closer to town that would afford us the comfort of some anonymity?”<br/><br/>It might not be such a bad idea, moving away from their father. Leaving their mother in a more complete manner might have made her sad as did the idea of leaving the one places that she’d come to know like the back of her hand. Those were comforts, though, comforts she no longer could afford to keep.<br/><br/>“Maybe moving wouldn’t be such a bad idea…” she added with a quiet voice, taking another bite of fruit while she continued to think it over, glancing in Eidhin’s direction to gauge his thoughts.