Peter grunts as he sits up and puts both hands in his lap. "What do you mean?" He shakes his head, looking her in the eyes.
Sarah shrugs, looking at the floor, and points a hand from him to herself. "Us. Where do we go from here?” Letting out a breathy laugh, she glances up at the ceiling, and then at the silk covers. “It’s not as if they have a ritual such as the Mounding to declare a pairing." She puts out her hands to the room, raising and lowering them, and huffs, resting her hands in her lap.
Peter’s eyes widen, and he nods a few times. "Oh! Us.” He takes in a deep breath, realizing she’s talking about their relationship; something that, for him, hasn’t lasted more than a night. “I, uh…” He clears his throat, searching for an answer, and shrugs. “I guess we just take it one day at a
