Hold on to this lullaby; even when the music's gone

Claire is a creature of touch, she constantly craves the physicality of pack, unable and unwilling to stay separated for so long. She wants the feeling of safety and security, to hide behind prying eyes, too shy to venture too far alone but also curious enough to push past that boundary in her mind. A learned habit was always difficult to break, she had read about it before but also wonders that if this isn't who she was meant to be, then who was she? Was she just created and 'trained' to please or was she truly this way, if her father hadn't intervened when she'd been young would she have turned out the same scared girl.

His explanation of certain things about the male species causes her to frown slightly, "You are a boy, you will be--drawn--too?" Curiousity, because she was sure that he was not immune to feelings either, "If this pleases you," She responds to him when he tells her to ask questions. She was in an amicable mood, eager to please and to have these feelings cause her happiness. The coffee had been handed back in a hurry, eager to get the foul tasting liquid away from her. The fact that she could picture herself riding a bus in were-form and sitting in the window seat is enough to pull a giggle from her lips as they meander outside.

The pan was set down near them as he leads her to the middle of the yard, she shifts her balance trying to find a comfortable position before finally just settling. Now, close your eyes. She bites her lip because she knows that she is placing herself into his hands, she would have to trust him to pull her back from the brink if she needed to. The fear of a fainting spell was more motivation not to touch her gift for anything but she is willing to do this for him. She takes a few more sharp breaths before closing her eyes.

At first she doesn't feel anything except for his warmth at her back and then slowly she shifts her weight, not because of restlessness but because she could detect his gift with it's distinct scent, the same feeling and warmth as the night in the alleyway. His voice is hypnotic in it's cadence, her body relaxing and allowing her mind to follow his instructions. Her brows furrow as she concentrates on finding his magic as if slithers up her body, following the tingling warmth until she could sense her own gift reaching for his. Curious she tunes into it, the humming that vibrated through her body because of it was almost intoxicating, "I can feel it," She whispers, her voice in awe, almost sluggish in its cadence as she relaxed.

She finds that she likes this feeling, enjoys feeling it's warmth and vibrancy, as if it were dancing to the song in her blood and rising up like a tidal wave to meet his--it was packs, it was safety and security. "I--do not know how to remain conscious," She knows it has happened before, he'd somehow managed to keep her on her feet that one night but there were no guarantees it would happen again.

There is a cooling to her body as she follows his instructions, allowing her gift to heat her fingertips as if she was alive with a hot metal coil, she feels him move then, his hand grasping hers and placing their fingers together. She tries this, tries relaxing enough to allow her gift to flow but finds that it doesnt work, her brain was working with her fear to shut down this invasion to their idyllic world. But Claire was determined, her bottom lip was tucked in between her teeth and she bit down in concentration, enough to try and distract her brain from something else. So she forces it, she takes her eagerness to please and shoves it down into her hand, pushing as if her life depended on it and when she felt the surge of power that rushed through her fingers towards his she almost pulled back but couldn't, the surge passing and she is cracking an eye open, snatching her hand back as if she truly had burned him, fear still a motivator. "Did it work?" She asks, afraid to open her eyes more in case it turned back on and she was unwilling to hurt him or another.