As Scott spoke she was drinking the rest of her Ale, but when his last words left his mouth she nearly chocked. Was he falling for her? She certainly found him handsome, scars and all. Her cheeks heated, "I don't... We couldn't... I mean I couldn't... It wouldn't..." She had become pretty flustered, not able to really finish what she wanted to say. Or maybe she just couldn't say it. She handed him her cup and started a slow retreat, "We should go to bed it's pretty late. But, not together, you in your own area, and me in my own area. Not saying that's what you thought. It just sounded..." She sighed deeply, "Until the morning Scott."<br/>Zandra turned around and headed not to far from the fire, just far enough that maybe she could sleep in peace. It was near another tree, a giant oak. She would have climbed up in it but she didn't trust herself enough. Leaning against the tree she slid down it till she was resting on the ground, back to the tree. Her thoughts were going wild. If he did happen to be interested in her, he must have been crazy. They would be an abomination.<span style="font-style: italic">They...We...</span>She shook her head as her cheeks once again heated.<span style="font-style: italic">No, we can't be a 'we'...Can we...?</span><br/>Zandra had only ever loved two people, her parents. And she had lost both of them. She wouldn't get close to another ever again. Nope. Sighing she laid her head against her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs. Hopefully she could get some sleep.