A slow breath seemed to melt from her, her eyes sliding closed.  He would shift closer, his arm curling around slender shoulders, bearing the brunt of her 'hair's' vicious attack upon him, the snakes hissing maddened by his nearness, as well as frustrated with the fact that their puny fangs seemed not to phase him.  Her eyes not even opening as she would curl against his side, slender hands coming to rest against his chest, her face nestled into the curve of his shoulder.  Seeming not to notice the chill of his touch, not used to any touch..<br/><br/>Her eyes staring past him slightly, her lips forming a soft moue as he would speak, slender fingers softly stroking over his shirt, even as his own fingers would caress down the slender curve of her back.  “You think I do nary carry my misfortune well?”  She would ask finally, those roiling snakes against his cheek, some snapping at his neck, annoying things.  “I am not hurt.. I am angry!”  Her words a little stronger, her nose crinkling as she would draw a little breath.  “Oh, perhaps not.. I did not think it would be this hard.. Having to.. Make nice.. for people.. I am not used to it.  Perhaps I should simply stay in my room and let others make the choices, they can inform me when it is time..”  Defeated little sigh as she would bury her face against his chest.<br/><br/>“You would still visit me, would you not?”