"My mother died. And I just had one of my feelings. I had to leave, but I don't know why," she admitted. His own willingness to share his life with her making her trust him. A little.
She gave him another smile, so he wouldn't pity her. She had an odd mannerism, it was like nothing could bother her but that obviously wasn't true. A gust of wind blew in from the window spraying her again. She jumped back and began to wring the hem of her dress out. She was tired of the dripping. Just barely, she could make out tattoos on Cairo's back.