Allison stared at Stiles, slightly incredulous, and not knowing what to think about what she'd just heard, and she didn't miss his blush either. Out of anyone to fall for their captor, she'd thought Stiles would be the last. She couldn't be sure if she felt comforted or hurt by what he was saying, and she licked her lips. She'd already been told not to speak, but she had to ask.
"What kind of a moment? And... it's okay. I'm used to it." Her heart thumped hard in her chest, and she rested her head against Eterna's hand, whimpering almost silently, and nudging her hand slightly for the stroking to continue.