The more he turned, the more focused she became on not looking at whatever he held, or even trying to look. If he had known, he might have been impressed – Elia rarely showed such respect for anyone's privacy, although she expected her own to be sacred. And honestly, she had never been so thoughtful even regarding Kennet's personal space. It really was just a moment of intuition, a feeling that she shouldn't intrude.
He kept turning, and the witch felt strange, curled up there and peering up at him. Instead she lifted onto one elbow, propping herself up so that she could at least be a little closer to looking him in the face. "Ringmaster to witch, then. Behave and let it go." For just a moment, she felt a vague sense of deja-vu, but she brushed it aside. "