Eleanor found herself staring up at the blank ceiling, her eyes blinking rapidly. It didn't help that her heart kept clenching and unclenching, and she wondered how she had even managed to survive that many years of separation. With a small sigh, she sat up on the bed, her hands running along the long strands of her hair.

She shook her head, then stood up from the bed. There was not much she could do, and she found herself going back to the bed.

She didn't want to seem too needy or clingy, especially since Conaan seemed to like to take things slow.

She sighed in frustration, then plopped down...