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"And unfortunately I am all that is left of my siblings. If I were to go off and become part of another family, that will be it." She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. "If Momma was still allive..." She shook her head. "I have thought too much of her since she and my brothers died. Sometimes hear them, laughing and running around the hallways late at night. I wish they were real so I could join them..."

Terryn had never really contemplated that before. She had spiraled down so far after the death of her and the boys that she really couldn't pull herself out of the depressive hole she had dug so deeply into. "I...I do not think I could." She pulled the rose from behind her ear, her hair falling to the side of her face. "It has been far too long, I would not even know where to begin." She had to admit that she felt awfully vulnerable at that moment, her hard, uncaring, cold exterior being washed away and the scared little girl who missed her momma being displayed prominently for a near stranger.

This brought a small, though clearly melancholy, smile to her face. "I am too cynical for that. I have no faith in people, and I fear that to allow someone to become my friend...to learn about me and realize I have weaknesses...well it would be all too simple to take advantage of me and exploit my fears." She glanced up, locking eyes with him for a moment. It was strange how hypocritical she sounded, spilling her heart out to someone she had met only a handful of times, telling him how she would never be able to bare her soul to anyone.

Terryn shook her head. Normally she would have made a witty retort about how she was sure marcus preferred souls naked, just like he preferred his women. But she wasn't quite in the mood for that. "I do not have friends. I do not trust that anyone would or could be a true friend."

Terryn sighed. She knew that he was right, but she would be damned if she admitted it. Her mother had always had a wonderful life in mind for Terryn. She wanted her to grow up strong and educated, beautiful but not fake and overdone, real and kind and outgoing. Some of those things had been lost along the way, but not all of them.

Shifting in her chair, Terryn twirled the rose again in her fingers looking at the deep crimson petals. The carriage hit a rocky in the road and she bounced in her seat, accidentally dropping the flower on the ground somewhere. "Oh lovely." She looked down on the ground for it, but in the dark it was very hard to find without getting down on one's hands and knees.

"Thank you." Terryn took the rose back and laid it in her lap, noticing blood on her fingers. She looked to Marcus's hand, noticing a small puncture wound on his finger. "Oh dear. I thought I scraped them all off, I am so sorry." She took his hand in hers and looked at the wound, making sure that it wasn't too big of a painful mess. She bit on her bottom lip as she took out a handkerchief that she had tucked in her shirt and dabbed at his hand.

"Yes well, I grew up with two and they were both rather big babies when it came to any sort of injury." Terryn looked up at him with a small half grin and examined his hand after dabbing away the rest of the blood. "I think that you will survive though, so you are rather fortunate."

Terryn smiled. "Good, you can be my personal servant from now on." She put her handkerchief back, not minding the bloodspots one bit, and scratched off the final thorn from the stem before sticking it behind her ear again. It didn't stay there for long, because after about a minute, they rolled over another rock and the rose fell to her seat, a petal falling off into her lap. Terryn frowned as her hair fell to her face again. "Poor thing."