Ah, heartbreak. Shara had never experienced it to the depth as some of her family, though she had felt the beginnings of the burn. Any hint of it was memorable even, like grabbing a pan with a too thin pot holder. It may not have left marks but the feeling was still tangible. But who would ever break this man's heart? With a smile like his, she was surprised he didn't have letters from admirers stacked up in corners. "Your heart? Why, that's the most ridiculous thing I've heard since someone told me they didn't eat bread!" Not that she didn't believe him, obviously. Her hand slipped down from his hair to touch gently at the corner of his eyes where faint smile lines shinned, "I bet it makes you a wonderful poet though, doesn't it?" Soft and sweet, hell, even a little admiration in her voice.
Ah, Shara was as ever terrible at being sneaky. "I have. My whole life, up until about five years ago. A bit, what is the word," It came to her in Hindi first, falling out of her mouth before she thought better of it. A moment later her face scrunched up, eyes narrowing in frustration and thought while her nose wrinkled adorably, "Oh! A bit sheltered I suppose." But then her face transformed a moment later, delight at his smirk getting pushed to the wayside in her excitement, "I understand that reference! The Mortal who was brought to the Summerlands had the books with her!" Because, well, she was sheltered in that she was new to the human world, but she had also been to a number of Unseelie Knowes, and kidnapping a mortal here and there was still not even strange to her so. Naive wasn't the right word still. Or innocent.
Definitely not innocent. Lassos, indeed.
"That isn't so bad, but this Inn as seen a great deal." The hand was removed from his hair(sadly) to rest on the small of his back instead and her drink set down. Shara leaned back almost perilously towards the wall, uncaring about balance or her dress so she could run a hand along it. This wasn't her home, but a home was a home, and Fae magic ran deep. One called to the other, and when she hummed it spoke back, "I wonder if it's because of the Island's natural magic, all of the different people who have lived here, or their lifespans?" And for a moment she sounded like a proper adult with her age, event bent at an angle that should have been uncomfortable like he was, voice calm and serene as she reached out to Sid's Home just as she had him.