Rhocanth had barely realized that he had snagged back control again. He couldn't just let her do what she was doing, let things fall where they may. He had actively guided their interaction, and it made him feel a little sorry. Why couldn't he be like her, enjoying everything she saw with quiet wonder? She had no need to ask questions, to memorize. She would go wherever the glass told her to go.
"I envy you," Rhocanth admitted sheepishly. "Is it not strange? You have all the choice in the world now, and I have nothing. You could be anything you want to be. I will spend all of my time looking over my shoulder."
When she reached for his hair, he bowed his head, this time making more effort to be still and easy. Amber waves fell over his forehead, framing dark eyes and gazed out at her earnestly.