“You have better control of the display,” Summer corrected. “Doesn’t stop you from feeling it, let me assure you. You could have the best poker face in the world, and be bubbling like a fucking volcano inside where nobody but me would know. And it’s not like I have to go fishing around for it; I’d have to work to keep it /out/, in fact.” Brushing at Deva’s hair, she added, “Thank you for apologising. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard.”
She shrugged, closing her eyes and leaning into Summer’s hand. Being petted being a large weakness, ”I told you it’s fine, just don’t tell anyone you have seen me this relaxed, I have a reputation to keep intact.”
Summer laughed. “I’ll keep your secrets, never fear, little sister. You’ve given me so few, it won’t be hard.” She kept stroking, running random locks through her fingers. ”Are you truly Loki’s daughter?”
She shivered slightly. ”Ha technically no, I was adopted,” She said opening her eyes for a moment before closing them again.
“I can’t even think how that works. He is so far from being a good heart … ” Summer mused. “You must have earned a favour from him, or some such.”