When his hand withdraws from beneath her own Yejide doesn't even flinch, she is sure there has been too much touching for his liking and he has tolerated it this long. She kept her eyes shut throughout the silence of the evening, a satisfied smile curving the corners of her lips gently, as they had no reason to react foully. She was content for the first time in months and it was such a blessed feeling. With Mortimer she didn't have to lie about who she was, he knew her nature and her true self, the girl with the light hair and no fear. But maybe fear was good, it gave her more prompt to keep safe and keep her daughter from harm. It kept her wary, although wary from all who were not Mortimer. A face she could trust instantly without qualm, even though she knew in the fiber of her being he was a vampire. He had needs. She knew this, and yet here she was without fear. Perhaps if he asked she would do what she could but never did she feel he would attack her. Trust is a funny thing, she knows he could snap her neck and yet she takes no precautions.

She watches him out of the corner of her eye as he looks at her and then drops his gaze, she's curious and turns her head her head pushing the hair out of her face and falling to the side with her slight correction. His silhouette becomes slightly ridged, Yejide chews her lips for a fraction of a moment and sensing his... what- distrust? Hesitation? Irritation? She'd seen ugliness and knew what hate and fear could manifest, her own mother was a chimera and often she could be violent, even her sisters Lillith and Fyfe portrayed the graphic nature that caused Yejide to flinch on occasion. Perhaps had she been nurtured in her own body she too would do the same.

Breaking the silence Yejide brought one leg onto the bridge and rested her chin on her knee. "Just twenty years ago my mother caught the boy who murdered me," a tense smile on her lips, because as much as Yejide did not enjoy murder or death she had relished in Atticus' murder, it had made her satisfied in a way that frightened her. A short laugh, "wrapped his head in a box for me for Christmas, I don't think I've seen her so pleased with herself since she and father broke the bed and it came half-way through the ceiling." The memory of that Christmas was still fresh, it had been her last on earth before she joined the other star-fae and only six more years until her second daughter was born.

Time flew by when death wasn't knocking on her door or fear lurking in every corner. And yet she had enemies, there were hunters who would love to drain her of her blood and carve out her still beating heart. There was still much to fear, and of course she knew that, but without Atticus looming in the back of her mind she felt her life go on in a way it hadn't in a long, long time. But she swallowed and poked his arm playfully, "Only a 'perhaps?' I thought you knew my determination much better than that." Giving him a wink and a snap of her fingers she joked, "I'm very persistent, a sleuth for information. I always get my man," hardly true but she laughed and kicked her remaining leg that barely grazed the water, she had wanted to lighten their mood, although it had been her fault for darkening it in the first place.

Giving a nod at Mortimer's comment she couldn't help but agree, "it's true, but I like to watch them. They live such ordinary lives." It wasn't quite envy she felt, because once she had been ordinary and dull, living and married to a human and raising a child. It was simple. It was fine, there was really nothing to it but it was just... okay. Ignorance was bliss wasn't it? At least until it really wasn't. Which is why she had left that man and continued to raise her half-human daughter in the company of her family. Hiding who she was hadn't made her happy, so it was her only conclusion that being ordinary wasn't for her.

Yejide enjoyed the way he laughed, even if it was only a chuckle. She liked the lift of his lips and the crinkle of his eyes, his similarities were so comforting, the fact that he had emotion was beautiful to her. Although knowing Mortimer, if she ever mentioned something like that he'd mock her for hours. Two fingers slid into the crinkly bag and Yejide pulled out one peanut, moving it between her thumb and index finger she gave a flick, tossing it into the air and with an extension of her neck she moved beneath it and caught it with a crunch. Covering her mouth with her hand she feigned a slight embarrassment, "my older brother and I used to do that all the time, he could juggle them too. I was never that good."

Lowering her hand she wrapped that one around her knee as well, "thank you," she appreciated it. Somehow Mortimer always brought some unexpected fun. Her eyes watched him carefully as she rested her head to the side and on her knee again. Watching him was something her eyes couldn't be full enough. "Is it silly that I feel like I might wake up and seeing you again will be a dream? I mean- it's just been so long, I don't want to lose you again. You're really the only person I connect to so well," A grown woman- well grown within time, and the only friend she had outside of family was this vampire, the only one she connected to. That was entirely her fault though, maybe she would try to go out and find others like her. It was clear human friendships were not meant to last but maybe another supe.

"Tell me something- anything," it was an invitation for the known and unknown, she needed her reality to be more solidified. The night was still.... Youngish, there was still time.