"Yes." She cannot fully understand why the word leaves her in somewhat of a breath, no volume behind it, as though she has merely sighed it into existence — and then she lowers her own cup into its saucer with a careful movement, even if it may be a bit faster than she intends.

"This place... has ways of transforming us. Often into things we don't fully recognize, but in other instances — " And she considers all of the moments in which she has sought someone based on the pure need that nearly burns like fire within her, refusing to abate until it has been thoroughly satisfied. She needs that second, however brief, to attempt to gather her thoughts as they scatter in the whirlwind of her mind, barely remembering to leave her own cup on the table before them shortly before he pivots to face her.

"I would hate for you to feel anything of the sort," she murmurs, gaze carefully rising to his. "And I suppose you might have cause to find me a beast as well, given that I do not."