“Maybe we can,” she agreed, nodding her head slowly. She chuckled to herself when he said only the survivors were strong. “Well, that depends on how you look at it. Do you mean physically strong or mentally strong? Because if we go with mentality, I’m quite possibly the most stubborn, determined woman in the French Quarter. It would explain why I survived, of all people.” She managed a small laugh at her own expense, but she knew it was true. The attack itself was brutal and had ripped her apart, both physically and emotionally, but she was somehow healing.
She couldn’t help but to smile when he asked about her parents, and she bobbed her head up and down. “Yeah, I see them every weekend. No siblings. No relatives here. I’m the first in my family to be born and raised in the U.S., so they’re really all I have.” She thought of her parents, probably sitting at home around the fireplace and reading to each other. She missed her family and their quirky mannerisms, some of which she had adopted. “Do you have any chance to stay in touch with your family?” Once she asked that question, she stared at him, waiting to see if she had – once again – brought up a tender subject regarding his past.
“I really didn’t think about the whole pregnancy thing and being a were; so you’re a rare commodity, I’m assuming?” She winked at him to show she was only teasing. Right now, he was the last person she wanted to offend. “Do you just learn all of this through experience, or did your father teach you some tricks of the trade? Anything you’d be willing to share with me?” She nudged him with her shoulder and flashed another bright smile. Maybe there was something she could learn from him; she was certain she had gotten as far as she could by learning solely through experience, and now was the time for her to gather facts and tips.