"This isn't so simple and…" he eyed her carefully, "it isn't so innocent for us to brush off. We need to talk about us. We are better than this. We can make this work Terra, it isn't a he said she said event. Terra, I am telling you." He went to reach for Terra.

Terra turned away and bristled as she grasped the back of the chair putting it between them, "I am not what I was; even now I am something else. Don't …" She looked up and watched him, his eyes looked so sad, "Don't look at me that. You know that I am always changing…everything…"

Farkas strode up to her and grasped her arms, "You don't think I don't know?" He dropped down on one knee like he was trying to look a child in the eyes, with this action he was able to spin Terra into the chair she had originally been using almost like a barrier, "You don't think I didn't hear about the woman who assassinated a bride, whose description was being spread across the continent? Though the descriptions were construed when they reached the others, I knew. The money you have earned never stays in your pocket either, huh? You give it to rebuilding something that means something to others. You are too much. But yet again you neglect the one person who matters the most."

Terra sneered at him, "Oh perhaps that would that be my loved ones?"

Farkas shook his head and placed one hand over her heart, "No, Terra, you forget yourself. You have been running ragged these last few years helping guilds. You have been trying to repair this world all by yourself. Stopping dragons, assassinating those who assassinate Emperors and stealing back that had already been stolen before… Terra, where is the time for you to sort through your own soul?"

"That doesn't matter, I need nothing to think on, and I am who I am. I am the one who is to stop Civil Wars and spare the poor," Terra pushed Farkas away and got up. She had to escape him, he made her think… well think on things that she didn't want to face.

"Terra, you aren't doing this to me. I had hoped by stopping the letters that you would feel like I was giving you the space you needed, but I think it back fired. I am no good at this…" Farkas' voice cracked a moment.

Terra stopped at the sound and shook her head before heading any direction, but toward him. The kitchen, she thought, she was hungry that would at least keep him at bay.

"I already agreed to help you," she sped up to keep distance. "What else do you want from me? I am already fulfilling a request."

"When was it the last time you did something for yourself?" Farkas wasn't allowing any distance from her.

"Never, I always fulfill others wishes. I'm some kind of stupid godmother… even Fae in the old tales make deals… Not me… hoho. No, not me. I do everything for free, never asking payment," she said exasperated with Farkas. There it was he got her to say it, one of the things she didn't want to acknowledge. "Feel better?" she growled as she made it to the Kitchen.

"Do you?" Farkas asked taking a seat near the hearth.

"No!" She shouted at him with all her strength. "I am suppose to be selfless and not wanting. To be any of that is showing weakness. I can't have that if I want to face the battle to come."

"Terra, you aren't getting it," Farkas said staring at the fire; his eyes glistened in the light of the fire. "What is it okay for my brother and me to come to you, but you can't go to others for help?"

"I help, not the other way around," she took some veggies, meats and bread. She worked slowly, slicing everything with uniformed precision. Everything had a specific length. She made the only thing she could control have absolute order. She could feel his eyes on her with every motion she made. With his beast still intact he would be able to tell pretty much anything that was going with her. She was not happy with this thought. She had no secrets with him and this made her weak in front of him… no, that had already happened when he saved her.

With precise dedication Terra worked on making two sandwiches. She made sure that each layer of the sandwich was leveled. She spread ingredients so that they were descending in flavor and color. She let her focus of the sandwich slip her into some kind of false joy. She had often used working in a kitchen as an escape from the outside. She cut them carefully and plated each one differently. She sneered at herself and took the sandwich over to Farkas but she kind of threw it at him.

The action didn't faze him and he reacted with nothing but a smile. Leisurely he took the sandwich and bit into it. Saying nothing he ate with a dedicated intent. All the while a smile never left his face.

Terra tried not to watch him. She struggled with herself. She enjoyed people eating what she had made and watching them enjoy her meals. She couldn't give him that satisfaction; she would not let him know she wanted to watch him. She turned her attention to her own sandwich and began eating.

"That was blissful," Farkas said as Terra could hear him licking his fingers. "Just the right amount of everything placed in an interesting order. Nothing… took away from the simplicity of it being a sandwich."

Terra glanced out of the corner of her eye and could see his head resting in his hands. He was watching her eat.

"While you are eating I will talk," Farkas cleared his throat. "Terra, understand that I did not come here for a request of a cure… that is a bit of a bonus. I came here to clear up what we are because right now we are hovering in an unknown status." He eyed a bottle Terra had on the counter and got up and served both of them a mug of mead. He then took it back to her and placed it at her feet but he did not return to his seat, he kneeled before her, "The last time I watched you walk away something was off. Terra, the kiss I gave you was because I couldn't stand not being able to touch you in so long. We had a wonderful time together and slept together and yet that isn't enough. The problem is that you never vocalize what you wanted from this? Surely you have a lot to say about this…"