She watched the display, frowning at the man's insults. They weren't necessary at all, and yet she could almost see something in the air between the two men. Some connection that they didn't see, something very potent. As potent as their connection to her. She knew Roran was not happy at all, and when the stranger threw the stick in obvious mockery, she knew things between them would be difficult for some time.<em>Some time....why do I make it sound as if the three of us....?</em>, she thought, before swallowing.<br/><br/>"Don't you do anything to him!" she said, her voice clearly indicating her protectiveness towards Roran, but the soft command tugged her close as she moved towards the two. She looked down at the ground as he asked her quite frankly if she was the witch. She felt some guilt towards not having confessed to Roran, but it felt as if he'd known. And yet he'd not told her his own secret, yet somehow it now felt as if she'd always known.<br/><br/>"I....I am. You've seen me." she said, staying behind Roran and to the side a little to allow the man to look at her but not much else. "Who are you and what do you want of me?" she asked, a slight tremble in her voice. She knew fully well what he wanted of her, but she felt such confusion. Love for two men...how was it possible? And why did she still see that strange connection in the air between them?<br/><br/>