In another life, my father would have taught me how to do this, but he’s not here and so I have to guess. Guess that I should let it spill over, just a little, into Pallor, the feelings of muddled happiness at the sight of Annie, the instinct that feels a little wrong but she never need know—of protectiveness, of possessiveness, at the sight of her standing at my dragon’s side like this.
