Ariadne watched his face carefully and frowned when his smile disappeared. Her stomach tensed again. Why was she reacting this way? She never reacted this way before. She felt very defensive, almost possessive of him. Back in the kitchen part of the reason she didn't move was because she was in his embrace as if to say 'yes, he's mine'.

She wanted to kiss him, stroke the side of his face, and reassure him that everything was going to be okay but she was practically naked. It might not have been the best time to do that. Instead her good hand squeezed his softly.

She attempted to raise her right arm, bit cried out. "No. No, can't do that." Ariadne mumbled, tears forming in her eyes.