Olivia's footsteps echoed off the cobblestone floor as she followed Juliette down the hall, the soft sound the only noise coming from her. Although it was impossible to see in the dim light Olivia's face was pale and drawn, her hands trembling nervously as she struggled to regain her composure. This had never happened to her before. Normally she was perfectly composed, truly demure, in completely command of the situation.<br/><br/>And now things were moving so fast that even she was having trouble adapting.<br/><br/>As Juliette opened up to her about her lost love she was overcome with a barrage of emotions.<em>Am I nothing but an object of lust?</em>she thought to herself, slightly hurt that was desired and absolutely had to be had. However other emotions began to wash over her, overwhelming her senses and confusing her. In some ways she pitied Juliette for the loss of someone so close. Then there was her hatred of the Aserit and she felt her hands ball up into little fists. But more than anything there was her feelings for Juliette and her urge to comfort her in some way.<br/><br/>Olivia continued to remain silent, unsure of what to say as Juliette continued. The Princess' words comforted her fears, soothing her hurt and assuring her that Juliette was genuinely interested in her as a person. Reaching out with her hand slowly, Olivia gently clasped the tips of Juliette's fingers. Her touch was as light as a feather and would be only just noticeable before she pulled away, her eyes darting around nervously.<br/><br/>She did not trust the darkness.<br/><br/>"Are we close?" she whispered softly, her voice barely recognisable even to her.