His ability to rationalize what she had forever considered immature was astounding, and it left her amazed that someone could think in such a way. How had his mind turned to that? How could any of the ones who felt the same have come to those conclusions? All of her life, she'd been warned of the dangers of those outside. Gabriel had been the first — be careful, they'll hurt you — but certainly not the last to instill this in his fragile-minded daughter. Years later, there she stood. A pinnacle of coyote supremacy when she herself was not one. Yet another of her foolish fantasies.
She remained silent as he answered her question, locking the information away for the future as she did everything else that could be the slightest bit relevant to her sanity. Careful steps carried her closer as he hung upside down. "Love is idiocy." His earlier words hit a spot in her chest that she had not tried to think of. "Fantasy is charming, and all that love manages to do is hurt people. Fantasy doesn't hurt people." If anything, it'd helped her cope with the present. She hefted a sigh from between black-rimmed lips and took a seat beneath the tree with care to stay away from the branch he hung off. "If that's what makes an adult, I'll forever be a child."
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