"Claustrophobia," the smaller woman replied with a weak smile. It was true enough. She never thrived in the dark. Never could. It wasn't in her nature to bloom in places that were damp and cold, away from the glorious rays of light that bathed her fields in tender warmth. Not in places like this; this hole. This pit. She didn't belong there. None of them did.
Demeter blinked harder though managed to keep from tossing her head about to clear the images and steady her breathing. She was fine. It was just an elevator. Just a short ride. With a woman who tried to shishkabob her in a previous life.
Soft, hazel eyes peered up at the brunette from under golden lashes and for an instant, the bountiful goddess of the grain could see her sister, her Queen, beneath the makeup, beneath the Italian exterior and finery. The fiery temper was so recognizable the smaller woman could almost touch it.
"I'm fine. Thank you, though," the Texan said when she'd pulled herself together with another cleansing breath then dropped her eyes back to the blackberry, willing it to buzz and give her some kind of distraction.