There was no way to ignore the spike in heartbeat, the quickening of the pulse. Kit heard it thrum in his ears as if it were his own, the erratic pounding causing the smallest of frown lines to form between his brows. Granted, he cut an imposing figure in comparison to her shorter stature, but the look on his face had been open and his posture non-threatening.
At her reply, Kit's head tilted slightly to one side as he thought upon what the girl could mean. It hit him eventually, a smile slowly creeping across his face. "Oighear?" he asked, thinking back to the curious entry written on the network from someone whom he had initially believed to be Conor playing a joke. It seemed that now he had tangible proof that it hadn't been in jest.