Henry made Irene so nervous she wanted to back down. However, since fighting was the only thing she knew how to do, she approached it the same way she would approach him if they were up against one another in a sword fight: she didn't give up.
When she was certain he was feeling a little bit better as he enjoyed the feeling of biting cold air on his face. His hand left his mouth and his head hung down as he relaxed for a moment. He felt relieved the wave of nausea left him.
Seeing that he seemed somewhat better, she stepped even closer.
"I want you to reveal all your secrets to me," she admitted. "I've been waiting for such a long time."
Goosebumps rose on Henry's skin which was exposed to the crisp evening. However he didn't know if it was because of the temperature or more about what Irene had said. His heart hadn't raced for a positive reason in a while. He had to shake his head and run a hand over his face.
