Maybe it was because on many points, Jude was the opposite of Astrid that she sought her out. Astrid loved people, she loved crowds and she thrived on being with people, where Jude seemed to prefer the more quiet and smaller groups, if not simply one-on-one. But even Astrid could get too much of the crowd, of the yelling and hollering, of the fights to the death and the declarations of grand feats along with the calls for more meat and mead and slaps to the ass along with a lewd comment and quickly fired back flirtatious comment. With Jude she could just be, and after this week, that was the kind of balm for her mind that she needed.
And still, the moment the door opened, and she saw the Vampire’s smile and the look in her eyes, she felt that spark that made her incapable of keeping her hands to herself. “Hi,” she smiled back in greeting, stepping through the door and letting her fingers hook through Jude’s as she passed by her, raising her hand to press a kiss to the heel of her thumb. “It’s good to see you again.”