Theia asked while her eyebrows waggled suggestively and the dark haired woman frowned and looked away. Why did she want to know this? Naia shifted uncomfortably on the couch - and the way Theia leaned closer with eager interest made her skin prickle.
"I don't think I should..."
"What? We're both adults. Besides, maybe I can offer some advice. Like last time - talking about our different experiences."
The blonde's eyes were filled with mischief and the dark haired woman stared at her own hands.
"This feels different. Even more personal."
A shadow crossed Theia's face, but she kicked away the strange displeasure she'd just felt and pressed more gently.
"Because it's about him specifically?"
The question struck closer to truth than Naia expected it to. She glanced at the blonde, trying to read past that ever-present fog of chaos that shrouded her emotions. The Navigator hated that she couldn't use that trick of hers to help feel her intentions.
