A small smile flickered across her face when Ioan kissed her fingers. It was sweet. She wanted to remember if he was always this sweet with her. Dammit, she wanted to know how she felt about him. Reading it was entirely different than feeling it.
"I don't mind," she said quietly. "I mean, you've done it before, haven't you? I read that we had.. I don't remember it, but I wrote that we had, um, well we slept together and if we've done that I truly don't think I'd hate having a hug from you." This was awful. She felt so shy and awkward around him. Romilda didn't know what they had spoken about and she hated feeling as though she was going to say something stupid.