A sharp intake of breath would be made as Kalab's arms anchored around her legs, his head resting on her stomach.  She was so surprised by the action that she didn't even know how to react and by the time that wore off, the feeling, the instinct she had felt since she met him grew so strong that it made her thoughts flee, all focus going out the window.  It overwelmed her so much that she felt she could barely breath, though it didn't incapacitate her ability to do so.<br/><br/>Something about his voice and his words sent an unnatural calm through her and a look of confusion passed over her face.  She knew that she should have been angry, should have been driving a blade through his neck, but she found herself incapable at the moment.  She couldn't even muster the anger.  She listened as he spoke, as he tried to explain to her what she was meant to be, meant to become.  But even in her calm state, her mind rebeled against the idea.  She didn't want to be some goddess.  Nothing ever seemed to be a choice in this game of theirs.  So many spoke of what she was meant to be, what she was meant to do, but no one has ever considered that perhaps she had maybe once wanted a normal life.<br/><br/>But all of that was too late now.  She had no family, she was always hunted and always would be.  It was a life of running and the only reason she hadn't ended her own life, was because of her pride and her refusal to let Ellon win.  His mention of Ellon finally did spark an anger in her and it slowly turned to rage.  Her body stiffened, all of her muscles tightening.  "That bastard raped me..." She whispered with venom, her sharp emerald eyes sparking with hatred.  "I'm going to gut him when I see him...I'll feed him his fucking balls..." She growled.  Having finally come back to most of her senses, she attempted to push away from him, her hands planted firmly on his shoulders.  "And I don't need your help to do so.  Ellon's death will be by my hands."