I think it was a romantic gesture, hinting to the world in general and perhaps you in particular that she loves you. Perhaps one of her flatmates dare... her to. I'll bet she was staggered when you replied. I bet there was a delay before she got in touch?" Well, yes," I said thoughtfully. Sarah had told me as much and this had been my conclusion when I got Nicola's letter. Where did my sister get all this insight from?"You both had a wonderful weekend?" It was phrased as a question though it was. It became obvious why my arm was wet when I opened my eyes.My arm was wet because Sammi's head was lying on it, and she was crying. From the amount of tears soaking my arm, she had apparently been crying for some time. I put my good arm around her neck and held her, stroking her hair. She cried even harder, and then tried to speak."Did I do that?" She asked in a tiny, quiet, little girl voice, looking at my hand. I saw the pain and sorrow that filled her eyes. I could still see the horror there. Ordinarily, it was highly taboo for any man to have sexual relations with his daughter, whether by blood or fosterage, but since it was believed that the goddess Aine herself was the one who decided whose lot was drawn, her choice was respected, taboo or no. A few years earlier, Clerigh's foster-daughter, Brighid, a maiden of thirteen summers, had been the one whose lot was chosen. She had been just starting to blossom into womanhood, and he loved her more than life itself. Still, his devotion. "Nothing has happened today that shouldn't be chalked up to simple youthful over exuberance." Domo! Katsuhito sama!" Wataru gasped, rising only to gratefully bow to his host. "Domo, Arigatou!" Straightening he then shook his head."Its just things usually tend to go a little smoother!" He added looking extremely embarrassed. "I have no idea what caused all the weird behavior today." It's this place." Washu shrugged, chiming in. "Believe you me, the Masaki bloodline is about the most powerful.