Serina shivered when Izzy's hand closed around her wrist. The young woman had almost no actual experience but she did have a wild imagination and the grip on her wrist led to her imagining that same grip used to pin her arms to the side of a wagon while Izzy laid a passionate kiss on her lips. She fought the mental image down though, not wanting to have Izzy catch her thoughts. That would be so embarrassing. When her thoughts returned to the present things were not great either. She saw the way that Izzy looked at Cam and how sad she looked that it was Gabrielle and Obscura going into cam's wagon. Her shoulders drooped. Izzy would always see her as the troupe's collective little sister and while Serina enjoyed being so well looked after sometimes it downright sucked.<br/><br/>It hurt Serina to see Izzy like that and it worried her greatly to see the boisterous woman so sad. The question made her ears burn and Serina's forked tongue licked her lips nervously. At first she thought that Izzy had caught her thoughts and her expression showed clearly how anxious she was but Izzy was lost in her thoughts and thankfully she did not seem to notice.<span style="color: green"> "Honessstly, I would definitely go for you."</span>Serina's heart raced, that was as close to an admission of her feeling as she had ever gotten.<span style="color: green"> "And you are hardly plain. You jussst have your particular ssstyle. I like it."</span><br/><br/>The second part of the question made Serina pause. It was a question that she had asked herself more times than she could remember.<span style="color: green"> "That I do not have and anssswer for Izzy. I really, really wish I did." </span>She said softly as her large eyes studied the other's form as they had many times before, recommitting every inch to memory. She let out a hissing sigh.<span style="color: green"> "You have no idea how badly I wish I had that figured out." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>