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    Her grip on his shirt tightened as he answered. She could almost feel him reeling away from her. He thought she was weird... probably just kept holding her to not hurt her feelings. Her body tensed, ready for the negative reaction she was sure was coming. But... instead he admitted his nervousness around her. She hadn’t known exactly how much he had been holding back for her sake. And then she throws a curve ball with maybe wanting to be in his mouth. Shoulders hunching, she listened to his thoughts. “I… I’m not really sure,” she answered softly. “I don’t want to make you any more uncomfortable than I already have.” She paused. It hadn’t really occurred to her just how odd it would really sound to him. Here he was trying his hardest to be careful with her and not frighten her, and she goes and says she’s curious about what being in his mouth was like. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, hiding her face in his shirt. “I… shouldn’t have said anything.” Her body instinctively curled into him, trying to hide in her embarrassment. “I just get to feeling so safe with you because you’re always so careful with me that I… I let my curiosity get the better of me.”



    Well.... at least she wasn’t sure this time. He really didn’t want to do anything like this before being confident this wouldn’t end up scaring the heck out of her. “I-I’m..... sort of always u-uncomfortable.....” He replied honestly, making a soft chuckle. “You don’t have to worry about me g-getting like that....” He assured, shaking his head at her apology. “N-no it’s.... it’s alright, I-I don’t want you to think you can’t tell me anything.....” He sighed a bit, fighting off his sleepiness to try and comfort her. His fingers stroked her curled form tenderly, and he purred some more. “Don’t be so h-hard on yourself about it..... I’m not as weirded out a-as you thought I’d be....”



    She couldn’t help smiling a little at his little chuckle. It was hard not to. Her grip tightened a little at his next words. There had to be some things that would be off limits. She flushed a little, realizing exactly what those things would be. At his sigh, she realized she was keeping him up when all he really wanted was a nap. She was a burden to him. Even as his purr vibrated through her and his large fingers stroked her gently, she couldn’t help feeling guilty for causing him so much stress in so short a time. “But… you’re still weirded out,” she murmured, slowly leaning into his fingers and relaxing with his purr despite everything. A deep sigh escaped her as she looked up at him. “You came in here for a nap and here I am spewing idiotic ideas. Sorry.”



    She was beating herself up again.... for what he felt was really no reason to.... Sure what she told him surprised him a good amount. Though it was mostly because he had no idea she’d even think of doing something that seemed so.... scary, and possibly dangerous... She said she felt safe around him, which he loved to hear, but.... he just didn’t want to ruin that trust. He wasn’t sure how to really explain that to her though... “I-it’s n-not really that I’m weirded out at all a-actually...... I-I just....” His face flared up in a blush. “I never thought you’d ever come to trust me that m-much to even think about anything l-like that.... I-it’s something that would usually t-terrify someone, after all.....” Who knew living with a human would be such a roller coaster? If given the chance to get off, he wouldn’t, but goodness was this difficult sometimes.... “W-well I.... did ask you about it, you d-didn’t really just randomly say it.” He attempted to justify. “I am r-rather tired but.... never too tired for you.” It probably seemed like this was unpleasant, staying up to talk with her... However Jonathan always worried about other people before himself. It was really his nature, to him it was merely seen as his duty. “I can’t to go to sleep without knowing you’re alright anyway.....”



    Lizzie shifted, not sure how to respond. It was true he had asked her what was on her mind, but still, the thought itself was so out in left field she was surprised his reaction hadn’t been worse. Of course, the worst case she could think of was him obliging her and swallowing after. She shivered slightly at the thought. Just another reminder of how completely he could control her. Of course, it shouldn’t be that easy to forget that he could control her. She was in the palm of his hand, for crying out loud. She shook her head. She wouldn’t think that way about him, not after how nice he was being to her. “I know,” she murmured in response to his words. “I guess I could blame the cartoons I grew up with.” She huddled closer to him, taking comfort from the sound of his large heart beating. “I guess the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’ fits me a little too well, huh?” she chuckled humorlessly. “I’ll be okay.”



    Jonathan blinked at her saying that. Cartoons? What cartoons did she watch then....? He chuckled softly himself and thought for a moment when she compared herself to the old saying. “W-well erm.... m-maybe just a little.....” He spoke out warily, feeling that she had moved in some more. She said she’d be okay.... he looked at her for a few moments before giving a small smile. “Alright..... but if you want a-anything.... You can wake me up.” He carefully shifted more onto his back, having his head supported by some pillows so it was at a slight angle. “Are you okay with being like this?” He asked just to make sure, keeping his hand over her. “I-I just don’t want you feel trapped o-or anything..... In case you want to move.....”



    She leaned into the vibrations of his chuckled, drawing comfort from the feel. A small smile formed at his words. He was always doing his best to make her feel comfortable here. “I know I am,” she chuckled, gripping his shirt as he moved. It was still a little freaky for her whole world to move whenever he did, but she was getting more used to it. She curled into him as his voice rumbled through her. “I will,” she answered softly. She peeked out of the little cave his hand formed for her and smiled up at him. A small yelp escaped her as he laid back, huddling in her little hand cave. “I… I can still get out,” she answered, patting the nearest finger. “And I already know you don’t move in your sleep.”



    She looked..... rather cute being under his hand like this.... he couldn’t help but smile a little more at the sight. As well as blush soon after, because he then realized that he was thinking she looked cute in his head.....”W-wha? Oh, u-um that’s.... good then, heh.... eeeh.....” He replied a bit late and awkwardly from having to pull himself from his thoughts. “Erm yes, I-I’m grateful for that.... a-as I’m sure you are too.” It certainly did turn out to be a plus. He hoped he didn’t seem to odd by blacking out like that for a moment.... He just became so confused when he randomly got these feelings. It was very new for him, and he wasn’t sure what to do with them...... “W-well uh.... I’m going to close my eyes n-now, I guess...”



    A grin came to her face as he smiled in at her for no apparent reason. She almost wanted to ask what it was about before he answered her. With a small giggle, she adjusted herself in the hand cave as he spoke. He must really be tired, or he was lost in thoughts again. He seemed to do that a lot, but maybe it was just her. She scoffed and shook her head at the thought. Sure, he put a lot of care and attention into his interactions with her, but that was only because she was so much smaller... right? Yeah, it had to be. After all, they had only known each other for about two days, not to mention the fact that she was half the size of his fingers. If there’s a Thumbelina in this world, she’s probably taller than me, she thought with a small chuckle. Her thoughts were broken a bit when he announced the start of his nap. Laying out on her stomach, Lizzie watched the giant blue eyes close. Only after did her mind start whirring again. You could still find out, the more audacious side of her chimed in. He wouldn’t have to know, really. The girl shook her head. It was one thing to trust follow her curiosity while he was awake, but a completely different one to do so when he was asleep. She was already lucky he slept so peacefully. Not to mention he had seemed so worried about it when she finally told him. With that in mind, she resolved to stay curled up under his hand until he woke up. Of course, her curiosity kept pulling at her. After his breathing had been even for a while, she finally gave in and quietly crawled out from under his hand. Keeping a hand clamped over her mouth she carefully made her way up his chest towards his face. Just a look to see if you don’t freak out, she told herself as she cautiously climbed onto his chin. Biting her lip, she leaned over his bottom one. Her eyes widened a bit to see those large teeth between his slightly parted lips, his even breaths blowing back her hair. Hesitantly, she reached between Jonathan’s lips to touch a tooth. She smiled. If she could do this while he sleeping, she was sure she would be fine in there when he was awake. It didn’t even cross her mind that this could be insanely dangerous if he woke up.



    He kept quite still and peaceful even with all the activity from Lizzie that was going on. It wasn’t enough to make him shift or anything. Her moving about could be felt as he slept. Though while she was making her way up to his face, there was no actual response. It was only until she got to his mouth that he started to stir a little. First one of his ears flicker slightly. Then he made a soft, growl-like noise, and although his body didn’t move just yet, he did open his mouth more and let out a yawn.



    Lizzie jumped a little at the soft growl. Apparently, he didn’t like things near his mouth when he slept. Which was understandable, all things considered. Still, she didn’t remove her hand from his tooth. Instead, she took to rubbing it a bit. It was so smooth! Her other hand slipped from her own mouth to join the first. She was sure that if she didn’t make a sound, she wouldn’t wake him up completely. After all, it was her speaking that had got him up this morning, and her yelp that had woken him from his nap on the table. This time she was determined not to make a sound. He deserved this nap, and she wasn’t going to spoil it if she was able. She was unprepared, however, when the large maw opened in a yawn. Her own jaw clamped shut as she tumbled inside. She couldn’t help the panic that rose inside her as she slid on his tongue towards his throat. Being in his mouth was one thing, being swallowed or choked on was something completely different. Even as she struggled, she didn’t make a sound, afraid to wake him. For all she knew, he would swallow as he woke up, and that she definitely didn’t want right now.



    Fortunately, as a reflex to feeling something foreign suddenly enter his mouth, he naturally attempted to get it out. It was a tad bit more careless than it would have been if he were fully awake, though somehow still gentle enough as his tongue moved around to push her back out. Even in his sleep it felt weird, his subconscious was getting a little affected by picking up her taste. In fact, he actually started to purr a little.....



    Biting her tongue, Lizzie fought to get a grip on his tongue as it moved around. She didn’t want to slip farther back. It kind of felt like he was trying to spit her back out. Which she definitely wanted to help with. Her eyes widened and she froze at his purr. She slipped back a little the second she stopped moving. It was strange to think that she was fully inside his mouth right now. She could feel the vibrations of his purr course through her just reminded her where she was. But at the same time, it comforted her. This was the same noise he had made earlier when she had needed comfort. She bit back a yelp as the tongue heaved under her, a motion that should have pushed her out, but instead only seemed to help her slide back even more.



    The attempt didn’t seem to be working very well, he still felt something.... His eyebrows furrowed a little, and in a half-asleep state, he adjusted himself so his head was elevated more. If he couldn’t get it out of his mouth, he could at least stop it from heading toward his throat. It was amazing that through all this he was even still asleep. Though he was very particular about what could actually wake him up. So this, was merely a minor issue, or so his subconscious brain thought..... If he really did know what was happening, well... one could use their imagination for the answer.



    She felt him adjust around her, but his tongue had stilled. Relief flooded her as she felt herself stop slipping towards his throat. It didn’t feel like he was waking up though. At least he wasn’t swallowing her. With a sigh, she settled as well as she could on his tongue, avoiding putting any limbs between his teeth. She contented herself with looking around his mouth while she was inside it. Absently, she started rubbing his tongue just like she had with the palm of his hand. She could definitely see his fangs from in here, but didn’t feel threatened at all. This was... strangely comfortable... Which concerned her a little. She was comfortable in an almost-stranger’s mouth. But that almost stranger had been taking care of her pretty well so far.



    As her progression of sliding to the back ceased, he slowly relaxed again. There was still something that could be felt there but... now it was tolerable. The rubbing had a very soothing affect actually, and made him purr louder. It was helping him fall back asleep completely too, since the whole ordeal was a bit disruptive to his rest..... Perhaps, he was even more relaxed than before. There was just something about her being in there, and the rubbing... that made him very content. At least in his sleep anyway.... since he was technically unaware of what was making him feel so at ease.



    As the mouth around her relaxed, Lizzie couldn’t help relaxing with his. She could see light coming from between his lips and teeth, just enough to make out her surroundings. She jumped a little as his purr grew louder. It already reverberated through her at a normal volume, but now she swore she could feel her very bones vibrating with it. Letting out a breath, she got herself comfortable on the warm, soft tongue below her. She kept rubbing his tongue as she rolled to the side for a nap of her own. Sleeping on his tongue was almost like sleeping on his pillow, give or take the spit, temperature, and texture. But it was still soft.



    This was probably the nicest nap he has had in a good while. It lasted longer than a regular one for him usually would. That was mostly because he was usually so tense and worried about practically everything possible. He stayed in this blissful slumber for a good couple of hours. When he did finally start to wake up, ”Hm....?” His eyes widened as he lifted up his hand, and found no Lizzie underneath. What happened to her? He looked around his bed for her, but couldn’t seem to locate her anywhere..... Getting a little worried, he sat himself up more. “Lizz-mph....” As he opened his mouth to call for her, he suddenly felt something on his tongue..... which caused him to quickly close it back up in confusion. What was that? What was in his mouth....? Oh gosh..... no, it couldn’t be what he thought..... Jonathan dared to hesitantly brush up against the small weight he felt with his tongue, quickly becoming very pale as realization struck. And frozen.....



    Lizzie shifted only once or twice during her nap inside Jonathan’s mouth. His tongue cradled her body so well she didn’t need to adjust much. Because of that fact, she pretty much forgot exactly where she was napping. She only stirred groggily when the space she was in moved. She sleepily rubbed the surface under her as his voice rumbled through her body. It helped remind her where she was as she woke up. Her eyes blinked blearily as the tongue under her shifted. Lifting her head, she watched the lips beyond the teeth form the first half of her name, shifting as the tongue under her moved. With a yawn, she stretched after his teeth were securely closed. She rolled onto her stomach and watched the front of his mouth. The tongue under her moved, brushing against her as though asking what she was. She kept expecting his mouth to open after that, but…. He just seemed… frozen. “Jonathan?” she called out, tentatively rubbing his tongue again. “Would…. Would you mind letting me out now?”



    There was a person in his mouth.... and that person was Lizzie.... He couldn’t help but freeze up from knowing that. He didn’t think it’d actually happen, and while he was asleep no less. She could’ve gotten hurt, or he could’ve..... he could’ve..... His mind filled with various possible disturbing outcomes, but they were thankfully cleared away as he heard her voice. She was okay, in fact she didn’t even sound scared. The rubbing was..... oddly comforting. It helped him to calm down and be able to register what she said. He slowly began to comply and open up his maw so he could pluck her out. He did this very carefully, holding her in front of his face and blinking a few times. “U-um......” She was placed into his other hand as he tried to speak, not even really sure where to start. “Y-you.... a-actually w-went in my m-mouth while I was s-sleeping....?” He knitted his eyebrows together, cupping her in his palm. “I-I m-mean..... I-I d-didn’t unknowingly hurt y-you o-or anything.... d-did I? W-were you safe?” He just... couldn’t fathom her being in his mouth like that while he was asleep. This was probably the most dangerous thing she had done since being with him. Anything could’ve happened, and he wouldn’t have known.... That thought really scared him.



    After a few seconds of absolutely nothing happening, Lizzie started getting worried. She hadn’t really realized how much danger her position put her in until now. Her heartrate picked up a little, hoping he wouldn’t swallow in surprise. He wouldn’t, she told herself, remembering how careful he always was with her. She couldn’t help jumping a little as the mouth around her opened. It was kind of weird to watch the lips and teeth part, allowing light to pour into the space. She shielded her eyes with her hand, blinking rapidly in an attempt to get her eyes to adjust faster. A small squeak escaped her as she was plucked from the tongue, and she couldn’t help squirming a little as she was dangled in the air. It was colder than she expected. Of course, Jonathan’s mouth had been plenty warm, and she was wet at the moment. The second she was released onto the warm palm, she snuggled into the fingers. “I wasn’t planning on going inside,” she told him sheepishly. “I was only gonna look, but… I fell in...” She rubbed her arms self-consciously. A part of her said she should have waited until he woke up. Still that was one of the best naps she had had in a while. “You didn’t hurt me,” she answered, meeting his eyes with a small smile. “Actually, you tried to get me back out again, but couldn’t. Not that I didn’t try and help, but your tongue’s kinda slick. And comfy.” At that last slip her eyes widened and she clapped her hands over her mouth.



    He held her damp form to his chest as she started to answer, noticing that she seemed to be trying to get some warmth. So she fell in? Ugh.... that could have ended so badly.... he was very relieved to hear he didn’t accidently harm her, and was even surprised to know he tried to get her out. Honestly, his dreams were kind of hinting to him of what he was doing.... but it was unclear to really make sense of. He going to ask something else, though before he could her last words hit him. His ears shot up, and his face flared with a bright red blush. “W-wha? Comfy....” Was that a good thing, is tongue being comfy? He had no idea anymore..... he supposed it was, that’s better than a non-comfy one.... right? “S-so..... y-you.....” He swallowed a bit dryly, still flushed. “Y-you l-liked it...?” He had to ask, at least she was flustered too, so he wasn’t alone.... His expression became less concerned, and more curious and confused than anything. The thing he was most grateful for was that she was alright, goodness if he found out he hurt her, or worse..... he didn’t know what he’d do.... She was a life, and such a fragile one.... He always wanted to make sure she was safe.



    She huddled against the warm wall of his chest as she was brought near it. It felt good to be held like this, and she buried her face in his shirt, ignoring everything but the warmth and comfort he provided. Even after surprising him like that, he was still willing to hold her like this. She hummed a little as his voice rumbled through her. While his tongue had been comfy, she much preferred hearing his voice from outside his mouth. Her own cheeks lit up at his words. “Y-yeah,” she answered softly. “After… after I knew I was safe in there, even with you asleep…. I liked it.” She snuggled into his shirt a little more, unintentionally wiping his own spit on him. Her eyes wandered a bit as she thought about it. Now that she knew he didn’t swallow in his sleep, she wondered if she might be able to coerce him into doing it again. A small smile came to her face. Why was it that in his mouth felt safer than on a pillow next to him? “So… uh, how did I taste?” she couldn’t help herself. She had been on his tongue after all.



    “R-really....?” She liked it, she actually liked it..... she even said she felt safe. He could hardly believe it even though he had just heard her say it. He didn’t really know how to feel, he kind of felt.... happy though, in a way.... “Oh, w-well.... erm.... t-that’s..... good. I.... I think....” He stammered, not minding that she was getting his shirt a bit wet as well. It was his saliva after all, which was still very odd for him to think about... even though they were talking about it pretty well. Then she asked about how she tasted.... which is something he hadn’t even been thinking about until now. The question destroyed any progress that had been made as far as his face returning back to it’s normal coloring. “U-uuuum......” This was so hard for him to get out, especially since her flavor was still lingering as they spoke. “S-sweet....” He paused, actually feeling his heartbeat pick up slightly. “...... a-and a b-bit salty.....” If he continued to speak for much longer about that he wasn’t sure if he’d ever regain his natural skin pigment again. He had never described how a person tasted to him before in his whole life. It was the strangest thing he’s ever done. Besides tasting someone and having them in his mouth in the first place.....



    She nodded against him. He really wasn’t mad at her. In fact, he seemed happy she liked being in his mouth, sort of. Actually, he didn’t seem to know what to think about having her in his mouth any more than she did. She gripped his shirt, thankful that he was so understanding and gentle. Looking up, she noticed his face was bright red even as her blush was receding. Her head cocked to the side as he described her taste. Sweet and salty, huh? She could feel and hear his heartbeat kick up as he answered. “So.... good?” she hazarded. She had no clue why she kept on this line, but she really wanted to know his perspective. After all, she wouldn’t mind maybe being in there again.



    His ears lowered sheepishly as she asked that. “Uh......” He bit his lip, nodding at her slowly. “Y-yes....?” He didn’t know he said that like a question.... but he just admitted that he liked the way she tasted. In the back of his mind his more predator/animalistic side was loving this. It was a part of him he rarely if ever showed, he wasn’t sure how it would turn out of he let that side of him show more..... Would it surprise her too much? She looked okay so far, but he didn’t want to go too fast. Maybe he should just.... follow her lead. Yeah... she was doing this whole thing at her own pace. “J-just..... i-if you do this a-again, while I’m asleep.....” He made a small lopsided smile, stroking her back a little with his thumb. “B-be careful, please.....” If anything, he’d actually feel better if they did this with him being awake. At least he’d be able to make sure she was safe. Even though she said he tried to do that in his sleep too.



    “Well, th-that’s good,” she responded to his questioning answer. At least he wasn’t having to deal with a taste he didn’t like when she was in his mouth. She reminded herself that he would keep her safe. Leaning into his stroking, she returned his smile. “I will,” she replied. “But... next time, I think I’d rather not fall in. I mean... if you think there could be a next time... or if you want there to be. Af-after all, it’s your... your mouth.” Why was that so hard to say out loud? She shook her head to clear that away, feeling her hair stick to the side of her face. Her face heated up a little. “D-do you think I could take another shower?”



    “E-er.... y-yeah.” He stuttered in agreement, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. Did he really want there to be a next time....? Sure, why not, she seemed okay with it, so he was too. Kind of.... he was still a bit concerned for her safety but.... it was better to do it while he was up than asleep, right? “Um.... s-sure, w-we could..... try it a-again....” He murmured, blinking in realization at her question. “Hm? Oh! Y-yes of c-course.” Carefully moving out of bed, he slowly pulled her away and held her out to the front of the house. “I-I’ll erm..... J-just be here I-I guess.....” He was going to sit on his bed like a statue, and really think about what had just happened, that’s most likely what he was going to do......



    Even though he had agreed with her, she got the feeling that he was just as confused about this as she was, which actually helped soothe her nerves. If he had agreed right away, she would probably have started shying away from him. After all, if he got too eager to have her in his mouth, he might do it when she wasn’t expecting it or just whenever he felt like it. He’s not like that, she reminded herself, looking up at him. She could trust him. A small smile formed on her face as he responded to her last question. She held on a little tighter as he got out of bed before letting go of his shirt altogether when he started to lower her. “I’ll be out in a jiffy,” she told him from her doorway before entering the house. She closed the door as quietly as possible before sliding to a seat in front of it. The teen’s mind had just realized she had survived sleeping in a giant’s mouth while said giant was also asleep. With a sigh, she moved to run her hands through her hair, but encountered it still damp from Jonathan’s saliva. Pushing herself to her feet, the blond moved to get a change of clothes for after her shower. She really should have gotten a swimsuit since they would be repeating that. Shaking her head, she stripped, piling her wet clothes on the bathroom’s tile floor, and started her shower.



    "O-okay...." He nodded and watched her enter before moving back onto his bed, crossing his legs. Well.... that... happened. It couldn't really have been avoided.... he had a feeling she would try it. He didn't know it would be so soon though.... she must have really wanted to. He still didn't really know what to think.... his brain was all jumbled and confused..... She felt so safe with him she was able to go in his mouth? That just.... really surprised him. Especially when he thought about the little time they had spent with each other. Granted, it had been a short time, but it has been filled with... interesting events and experiences. A soft sigh escaped him as he idly glanced around his bed. His eyes settled on the blanket he had quickly knitted up last night. He couldn't believe he made that for her.... was he silly for doing that? She seemed to have benefitted from it, so.... he supposed he did good. Smiling a little, he picked it up and examined it. It was a little funny, because even though he tried to make it small, it had still been a bit large for her. She is so small.... He suddenly thought. It was an obvious thing by now, but for some reason every time he really thought about it, it seemed new....



    Lizzie let the water run over her, eyes closed as her mind raced. He was so accepting of all her strange quirks, even when she went in his mouth without him knowing. Not only that, but she had felt perfectly comfortable and safe in there, and he had admitted to liking the way she tasted. Opening her eyes with a sigh, she finally got around to actually cleaning herself off. How’m I so comfortable with him already? she asked herself as she rinsed off. It doesn’t make sense. She had been with him for a little under 48 hours and she was already comfortable enough to be in his mouth? Turning off the water, she toweled off, changed, and went to look out her window at Jonathan’s nightstand. Sadness crept into her heart as she looked around. Maybe...... she shouldn’t have chosen one that looked so much like the home she had left. No, not left. Had been taken from. With a small sigh, she flopped down in her chair and looked out the window. “I’ll go back out in a bit,” she told herself. Before she knew it, she was lost in her own thoughts, and a single tear slid down her still cheek.



    The more he looked at the little piece of cloth the more he started to think as well. What was he really doing with her? Having her here..... living in his house, and acting like it was a normal thing. It really wasn't though..... she wasn't supposed to be here.... He glanced up to her little "house", furrowing his eyebrows. He had been trying to forget about what happened earlier at the store, but it was no use. It was obvious why she broke down, and he couldn't blame her. There was no way to really understand how she felt.... No matter what they did or for how long she was here to try and adjust, she was still going to miss being where she truly belonged. Where she grew up, had friends.... family.... an actual life. This whole thing was crazy, and awful.... He felt like he was supporting it, even though he said he would treat her with respect, and he hoped she felt he was...... She needed more than that though, she needed to not be here. He groaned and laid back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. All of this.... trust so soon..... could it be because he was the only person around in her life right now? After just losing everything..... it was a natural to become close to the first person who showed you kindness in a place like this, right....? Yeah.... maybe that's all it was....



    It took hearing Jonathan move outside her house to get Lizzie out of her trance. She shook her head, feeling her cheeks still damp. A hand rose, tracing the tearstains. I can’t go out like this, she thought, walking to her bathroom. He’ll think he did something wrong. But he hadn’t done anything wrong. After washing her face to erase the tear trails, she looked at herself in the mirror. This place did have nice stuff for people her size..... Even if it was considered pet supplies or something similar. She tucked her now-dry hair behind her ear, frowning at the part air drying had given her. With a sigh, she just pulled it back in a ponytail. Why did her mind insist on reminding her that she was forever separated from home? She could be happy here, if it would just stop reminding her that she would never get her old life back. Even if she did somehow get back, things wouldn’t be the same. If they didn’t find her, she would eventually just become a cold case, like on TV. Shaking her head, she stared herself down in the mirror. “I will not think like that,” she told herself firmly. “I can be happy here, with Jonathan. I will be happy here.” With a nod, she turned from the mirror and marched out of her house. Once outside, she noticed just how contemplative Jonathan seemed and the bit of knit fabric in his hand. Wasn’t that...... the blanket he had made her? “Jonathan?” she asked, slightly nervous that he was just staring at the ceiling.