Daisy looked over at the door as it opened and Rina entered, but she made no motion to move. Her eyes did grow wider at the sight of the angel’s wings. It didn’t matter that she already knew what the other woman was, seeing the undeniable, physical proof would always take her breath away. When Rina crouched before her, Daisy reached out to touch the feathers, to make sure they were as soft as they appeared. Her fingertips met the wings first and a weak smile pulled at the corner of her mouth at the confirmation that they were real; but when the feathers met the burn on her hand, Daisy made a silent wince and pulled back. She stared at her hand, laying face up in her lap, for a moment before looking back up to meet Rina’s concerned gaze briefly. Her face looked pleasant, possibly happy even, but it was dull compared to the bright smile that she routinely wore. That she could ignore the question completely was all too easy for her. She couldn’t even remember the last time that anyone had ever asked her that. Then again, it wasn’t as if she ever went around acting as though there were anything wrong with her at all. Ignoring her wound as well, Daisy reached out to grab Trouble, hoping that the tiny cat would release the hold she had on Rina’s dress. “Awe, Trouble! You look like someone put you through the dryer.” She instantly set to work smoothing out the familiar’s fur.
“Is it not possible that I called you for your company?” Daisy tried her best to keep a light lilt to her voice as she refused to look back at Rina. She lifted Trouble, pressing her nose against the cat’s. “You could watch your MTV here!” She could feel the angel’s eyes on her, but she knew if she were to actually look at the other woman for longer than a brief moment, she was going to lose the hold on her emotions that she had worked so hard to get a grasp of. Daisy didn’t want to break down here, not when there was a chance that Joseph might come out and see her crying in the arms of a strange woman; and of course, there was Bandit, whose stalking had become a little less obvious now, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still watching her. She concentrated instead on scratching behind Trouble’s ears. Just having the adorable cat in her lap again made her feel a little better. “Tell Rina you just want to hang out and watch T.V., Trouble.” Daisy bit her lip, as the burning behind her eyes signaled an oncoming wave of tears. No, no, no. She finally locked her eyes to the other woman’s; her blinks caused the tears to fall and as soon as the wetness hit her face, she reached up to wipe them away as though they had never been there. “Can’t you just pretend like everything is fine?”