[ It would be terrible - if he did. Sirens - are in control, if only by a thread it felt like. She's got enough bodies to her name to know that it isn't always possible. But whatever he had done to Ren, she was not aware of it in fullness, and whatever he might do in turn to her, she is unaware of as well. Trusting in obliviousness. Her mind is full enough as it is and knows her manners to not go chasing after the feeling of restraint in him.

Rather she focuses on the task at hand - or his hands. She is enamoured always of touch. She seeks it out, and oh - she tries to pass off her curiosity with such things though. It's not for her to go seeking it off other people like the starved creature she is at her worst moments. Keeps it light, more absent, ignoring if isn't comfortable for her as she sets his hands against her knees, curling herself in close. Picks up the water bottle against and splashes water on his palms, watching the curves and brushing up. Smearing the mess of blood and oil to expose bare skin underneath. Feel the texture of his against the pads of her fingers as she wipes the mess away. ] Darkling. [ He is Darkling, and she puts it to her memory the way she does everyone. His eyes as they look in the almost out fires, the lines of his palms that she follows the rivers and valleys of, the mattered colour of his hair - is it soft? She supposes ( hopes ) so. Find out another time. ]

And you got yourself in a mess afterwards anyway. Well - [ a beat, and she begins to brush away the mess. Tannis' excavation sites, she remembers, finding secrets under the earth. What were his, she supposes? ] - if you're going to keep getting yourself into them, then, I promise to be here afterwards to clean you up again.