Resolution set in her mind, the anticipation - and yes, pure nervousness - was pushing her heartbeats a little faster, filling her lungs with more breath than she otherwise would have taken. She knew it; she could feel it in the way her skin flushed - and so she hurried toward the carnival ride to cover her nervousness.
"Oh, of course not," she called back over her shoulder, as they started snaking through the line cordoned off with velvet rope. "Not Aidan Waite. I daresay nothing frightening ever gets to him, mm?" She was clearly teasing, by the sound of her voice, but there was something to it. Evey saw Aidan as fearless. Fearless, but for that one thing - his own nature terrified him. She loved him for it.
Her steps faltered as she got to the front of the line. She loved him for it. Evey swallowed and bit into her cotton candy while the people ahead of her were ushered into their seats on the ride. She wasn't very good at words for this sort of thing. Maybe she should wait until she had it all shaped in her head. More cotton candy. The sudden burst of sugar on a system that was unused to it was marked. She felt giddy and terrified all at the same time, and it was the strangest feeling.
When she sat down on the bench-like seat for the ride, the horrors of what she'd done with the cotton candy were finally revealed. Her lips and tongue were tinged violet and there was a thin film of stickiness from her top lip to her chin.