Her stiffening hadn't deterred the male, and she was seriously beginning to feel her heart pound in her breast as he lifted her. Fight or flight sank into her mind, but it stopped when he asked his question. Truthfully, she was scared to the point that if he tried to touch her like before, she would likely attack him to protect herself and her babes. She knew, knew completely that she wouldn't win, and would likely suffer more for it.<br/><br/>"Yes and no." She said simply, her black eyes wide, and the feathers near her ears and neck standing on end. Whatever came from this, she was going to be honest with her new mate.<br/><br/>"I am not afraid of you in battle, or being your mate." She didn't know how to put her fear of his touching her there into words. She felt sore for days after, his size too much for her small body. How they would mate in full form also terrified her. She was barely the size of her human form even in all her glory. Just how big was Marcus in full form? It was all too much, and she buried her terror in determination. She would weasel herself out of him touching her like that, until she was positive he wouldn't hurt her or their young, even accidentally.<br/>