"It must be a sad commentary on your life as a hunter that I'm one of your better memories. I'm not certain if I should be flattered or feel poorly on your behalf." That had precious little do to with her rather low opinion of herself outside of the surgical ward and everything to do with an analytical look at the bend in their conversations. They rubbed one another raw as often as they provide some manner of comfortable companionship. They did not fit properly, empty spaces here and overlapping bits there.

Perhaps that is why they continued to seek one another out. Perhaps not. She'd much rather take a step back from the conversation, weigh everything before speaking further. Call a time out and reassess what it was she intended to sort out here.

Thoughtless and rippling at the next rumble of thunder her wings quirked out. Canted in Derek's direction, pinions brushing pinions. Like attracted like, after all.

"You shouldn't." What it was he shouldn't do she doesn't exactly say. Voice low, quiet, not afraid but. Tired. So very resigned. "I'll only disappoint you."