She had been little more than a child, or as much of a child as an elemental being could be when first they met. She had marveled at him then, his strength and his callousness, his passion and his wildness, and had reveled in any and all reactions she could inspire from him. Her sisters had warned her about his kind, the raw power of their nature and the destructive chaos they left in their wake. But over many lifetimes Kennet had proven himself to be more than just that.
His retort truly pained her, and she made a disgruntled sound in her throat. The change of subject was necessary, she supposed, lest they linger too long on it and she become upset all over again, but even still she gave him a look that implied that it was not the last he would hear of it.
Releasing his hand, the contrast between the warmth of his skin and the frigid cold of the tent made her shudder a bit. "I heard this was a haven for creatures," she said simply, shrugging a bit and brushing some golden hair from her face. "I wanted a haven. I also thought it might be good for me to be around others like us." She laughed a bit. "I didn't know I would find so many familiar faces, though. You were a delightful surprise. Others... not so much." She seemed agitated for a moment, but moved on quickly to add, "I like it here, though. Moreso now." A meaningful look. "I just have to make sure you're breathing every once and a while."
Another gust of wind blew through the room, scattering ice particules along the floor and intentionally mussing his hair. She did not bother to try and conceal her amusement.