Janelle felt defeated.<span style="font-style: italic">I am going to spend the next couple days confined with Arcaeus, meaning I won't be able to stretch out my wings.</span>She thought in alarm.<span style="font-style: italic">He doesn't know what and who I am...though he did guess it...I could tell him...but I don't want him to know just yet. How do I know he's trust worthy...but is it really that important.</span>Her thoughts were so overpowering, she only vaguely noticed his hands lingering around her waist. She sighed with frustration, realizing he may take it to be because of his actions, but she shrugged it off. "I would love to look around the city. Visit some of the shops. But I figured you may not want to do anything along those lines. You don't act as if you want to be around any of the townspeople." She paused, "Or even be noticed really. You even closed the window's curtains" she said to prove her point.<br/>She walked over to the window and reopened the curtains he had previously shut. She rested her forehead against the glass and shut her eyes. She knew he didn't want to leave, but she felt imprisoned; she couldn't touch the grass, smell the fresh air. They hadn't been there long, she knew she just needed to deal with the situation as it was.<span style="font-style: italic">I've dealt with worse</span>she thought.