Patch is startled and looks down at her feet as she takes the recipe from his grasp and looking over it before running around grabbing ingredients, avoiding his eyes. Finally she puts the finished product into the oven and walks out of the room. She wanders the hallways trying to not beat herself up for doing, what she thought, was something stupid. ‘I mean, I shouldn’t be so clingy to him. Maybe I should just try to leave him alone for a while. Gods Theresa, you’re such a fucking idiot!’ She thinks before coming to a halt in front of a doorway covered with a metal grate. She tries it. It moves. Cold air whooshed up to her. She walked down into the dungeons.
(She’s really not good with emotions.)