Sometimes it is good to think about the past and sometimes it is not. The past brings a sense of foundation within one's self-awareness of themselves. In her case with all she had to endure as a young child she learned very quickly that she couldn't trust those closest to her. Isolation was all she understood and it was difficult to accept being around others and wondering if they would suddenly turn on her or not. It was the foreign awareness that not every touch would bring pain. Sometimes touch could be such a pleasing feeling to experience, one that she craves and is afraid of at the same time. If she could wipe away the string of the past she would. She hated closing her eyes at night and reliving the same hellish nightmare over and over again. The only way such a thing wouldn't occur at night was if her spotted companion stayed with her. During the day she could hardly remember her past, but every now and then a flashback would occur and she would tremble at the very thought. Over time though she would get better, it would just take some more time.

As he mentions the reason why he is hungry at odd hours of the night a small frown appears and she gives him a concern look. Why he feels it is necessary to patrol the Ark in the middle of the night she does not know. Especially when he was the only one at night doing it. Every night the pack did watch around the West district, looking for any trouble, and even before bed there was always a last sweep. That her companion would do it all alone without some help made him vulnerable. She didn't want him to get hurt if anything happened to him. He could at least call for some help. Pink lips would slide upwards in a wide grin as he says he is a demanding boyfriend. With a soft chuckle she nods agreeing to this idea. She was unsure if it would work or not, but it was a rather good idea that she would attempt.

"I could try that, stash some food around the place for you. But it will have to be before I go to bed. If I do it during the day you'll find them. When you don't want to be alone you can wake me up, I'd be happy to help."

Perhaps this side of Tobias had no idea of the truth in the phrase 'demanding boyfriend.' Although he was simple and easy to please, he was also quite difficult. Yet she was willing to work with him, willing to take the time to help him in any way she could. What ever he asked of her she complied and she did so with every intention to make him happy. It felt nice to be wanted for a change, to be needed by someone else. All those years of existing and not at one point did her former pack need for anything. She was happy when he required her out and questioned her for answers. Ever since he mentioned he wanted her to help him understand everything, she did everything she could. She had the patience of a Saint and no matter what he asked of her she would comply. He was her best friend. He was one of the first individual that had shown an ounce of care for her and he was one of the first people she actually cared for. It was the feeling of his hand on her knee that brought an easy smile from her, unaware that it was his way of showing a possessiveness on her. Taking his hand and rubbing her thumb over the top she could actually feel him relax even more, pleased to see him like this. With a soft nod she offered him a shy smile, muttering softly her reason behind it.

"I do it, because I find you pay attention to me. Sometimes when you are angry or scared, I know I can grab your attention long enough to help you. When you are content or happy like you are now, I know it soothes you even more. So, I always do it."

Indeed it was a very good technique to keep Tobias grounded and focused on her for a moment at any point when he really needed to pay attention to her. When he brushes his lips against her cheek she leans in a bit closer enjoying the sweet gesture. As his lips slowly trickle down to her jaw line she could feel his gentle caress and eagerly and presses closer to him. It is when he bites down on her neck, that she cannot help but release a satisfying sound. It isn't every night either part of Tobias attempts show affection in this manner, but when it does occur she finds herself craving it more and more. When he is finished she cannot help, but give out a small laugh, taking her free hand and moving it through his dark hair to see more of his honey-golden eyes, amused that either side of him still seemed to have a focus on her neck. Perhaps it was his animal half that urged him to do such a thing and she rather liked it, but she could not discern if she liked it to her human side or to her canine side.

Even when you are like this, you still like taking my neck. I do like it you know, I'm not sure why, but I do."

Slowly she moves her form away from his side for a moment, crawling over his leg and placing herself between him, allowing her back to settle on the wall, as her legs go underneath his own. Sitting perpendicular to him now she leans her head between his arm and chest, finding herself contempt to be closer to him. The canine beams up at him proudly hearing his praise, mentioning he liked something she did. It was rare for her to know what he approved and disapproved from her, and knowing that he liked the simple gesture of taking his hand to her own, and rubbing her thumb at the top of his hand, she would continue to do this act. Pleased to know that she was at least doing something right.

"Although I rarely ever know what you like, but I always know what you don't like. You've mentioned it before that you like it when I blush and you liked my hair."

Quietly she listened to him answer her own question on just what happens when one is in charge and the other is hidden away. A small frown appeared at the thought that she could not help either one when they went through a transition. But she could be adaptable. She could help both with whatever they needed from her. If one side of him wished to play with his toys then she would. If the other side of him wished to simply hold her in the comfort of silence between them then she would. Whatever they needed from her she would be happy to oblige. No one else, she thinks, would be this understanding of him. When he mentioned he had his own question she froze for a moment quite uncertain what he would say, as she bit the bottom of her lip nervously. At first a sad smile began to creep up on her mauled face when he finally asked his one question for her. She knew that he might not like her answer, but she would not lie to him. Perhaps it would ease his troubled mind if she lied and said yes, but she could not lie to him. She trusted him completely and she would not destroy that trust on a heavy white lie. Her thumb continued to brush over his hand, as one hand gently caress the side of his face. Blue-grey eyes remained on his golden-hued eyes, her voice held a soft bittersweet tone as she gave him the truth.

"No, Tobias. He has never said that he loves me. He does mention every now and then he likes me best. But I think he loves me, at least he shows it to me in his own way. When we walk around he'll hold my hand and when we shift he'll enwrap his tail around mine. At night when I'm asleep or I'm about go to sleep, he'll come in and curl around me, protective like. He'll give me which ever toy he favors for the day and lets me play with him. He never yells at me and he never hurts me. Sometimes, he'll take one of my curls and wrap it around one finger, like so."

She removes her hand from his cheek and gently takes his hand into her own, bringing it up to one of her golden-brown curls. Gently she moves his index finger and moves it in such a way that he does, and she removes her hand from his finger and lets it rest in her lap. A small smile appears and she extends her neck and gently places her lips on his forehead in a reassuring gesture that everything was okay. That he did not need to worry about what his other half does and does not do. She loves them both. With a shrug of her shoulders she leans her head into his chest, releasing a soft sigh as one hand curls around his side, holding her close to him, like a half-hug.

"I've never been loved before, but I think how you two treat me, and what you two say to me in your own way, is how you both show your love. Tobias, do not feel bad on what he says or does not say, just know I love you both, it's all that matters."

For a moment she pauses unsure if he believes her, hoping he does. Softly she whispers another question that seems to baffle her a lot.

"Why are you afraid of water?"

Raven Clocksworth.