Baba could feel it; she could feel the gratitude and the simple happiness that came from having someone look after her. She could see in his eyes that he wanted to help her. She could hear it in his voice.
"You've been hit." She tried to keep her voice as steady as possible. She tried to keep it from going soft. She didn't want to give the feeling any more fuel, but then he touched her. Well, he actually started cleaning off her knee; anything else she might have said was lost as she watched.
All the while, inside, she was trying to find a way to stop this. She did not fall under love spells; no, she created them. She was not some simpleton who fell in love at first sight; she was old enough to have long surpassed this...she tested him a little..Mundy! He was a Mundy! Oh, that Eros was dead.
"You...are..." She was having a problem speaking. The words were fighting in her; her mind was looking for something more, something that would make her like him. Her eyes looked into his, as if she could rip open his soul, should he have one, and there it was.
"Different." The word could hold so many meanings, but the way she said it suggested it was something very good. And something she just might relish. Still, she was going to have to kill Eros, but now she might only rips its wings off and torture it just a little bit.