The weird part of all of this was how easily she had done that. How much sense it had all made. Phaedra had been around long enough to know her impulses quite well, and control them or let them run rampant when appropriate. This was something different, though.
What was that for?
She had moved back enough not to be right on top of Peter's face, but still wasn't fully back on her side of the chair.
Her mind reminded her again that this was an injured wolf. A hurt animal, if it felt threatened, was going to push her away. Fight. Something. Not sit, accept, and softly ask questions.
It was frustrating to her that she didn't know the answer. Not fully.
"Not entirely sure yet," Phaedra said. "But I think it made sense." To both of them, based on what she felt was going on in this room. It was like there was some kind of electric current just out of reach everywhere in the room.
And I think it might happen again.
Phaedra stood up, slowly, and let her hand stay on Peter's neck. She gave him another scratch with her fingernails and let go.