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Somehow, miraculously, the last year had managed to roll by relatively quietly. There had been no near death experiences, no tragedies befalling the island, and more shocking still, no personal disasters. It was down right suspicious, and as the new year had started, the dainty Sun was beginning to grow down right suspicious of all the peace. Especially concerning a certain Andrew Miller, and his continued presence in her life. She would have said it made no sense, but the trainee was determined, read her well, and had not yet been exposed to the absolute worst the young woman had to offer.

So, like any normal person finding themselves in a similar situation, Peyton had to push things a bit. Pick and proud.

To be fair, Andy had been allowed to see far more of Peyton's inner demons than Noah had ever been trusted with, and so far the blonde hadn't gone running for the hills. It was a promising sign that he could probably handle more.

Probably.

And it wasn't like the girl was aiming to drive him away. She'd come to terms, mostly with the fact that he had very strong feelings for her, and she shared a fair few of those for him, but she didn't like hiding things from him. She didn't like having to pretend, or hold back, or keep him in the dark. If she really cared about him(and she did, more than she liked to admit), than she wanted to trust him. She wanted to be herself around him, and not have to worry about him looking at her with frightened, or disgusted eyes.

So today she was taking a chance. Sharing with him something she'd always down played. Though that would also serve a duel purpose. If he was going to be with her, back her up on missions, she needed to know that he would do what was necessary to survive.

She'd asked him to meet her on the training field, despite the lingering cold and the snow.

Likewise, the petite hunter was dressed appropriately for the weather. For the most part. Thick, fleece lined leggings, calf high laced boots, and a thick hoody. There were more layers beneath that, the girl loved her layers, but for the moment they were unseen. Her hair, now reaching ridiculous lengths, had been braided, and then wrapped up and pinned at the back of her head, safely out of the way. When he called to her it made her turn, glancing back to watch him walking towards her, and she couldn't help the small tug of her lips in a flicker of a smile. "Hey."

She was still a sucker for compliments. Especially sincere ones.

"We're going to do something difficult today." More of a challenge for him, than for her, but regardless. "You've taken it upon yourself to act the part of a moon when we're on missions together, and I can't stop you." She'd tried, he hadn't listened. "But I also can't be worrying about you." Which was absolutely impossible, but she didn't say that bit out loud. "I need to know that you can handle yourself."

At this point she'd hold a hand up to cut off any protest that might have followed. "Not just against an enemy either, because that's not the only danger." Here she would pause, lips pursing before she'd draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly through her nose.

"You've heard about the Red-eye, I know you've heard me talk about it here and there, but I've always been pretty tight lipped about it, or my connection with it." The hand she'd held up fell back to her side. "I'm infected by it, I have been for longer than you've known me, and that makes it very easy for me to fall under it's influence again in certain situations. If that happens, I...It's like going berserk, sort of. Like you have these blinders on, and you can't tell friend for foe anymore, and you can't stop." She frowned, watching his features as this all sank in. "I need to know that if that happens, I can count on you to defend yourself, and to do what needs doing to incapacity me, because that's the only way to get me to stop."

At the end of her little speech Peyton had gone quiet, watching and waiting for Andy's reaction to the news of her infect. She had been fairly certain that he wouldn't run screaming for the hills, but not positive, and it had been that small, niggling doubt that had kept her from bringing this up before now. Even if a part of her had been tempted to blurt it out time and time again, just to keep him from getting too close to her. Welp, too late now.

As he responded a tension in her shoulders she hadn't even realized she'd been carrying loosened a bit, and she did another of those slow, careful breaths. The smile she'd been wearing when he'd first arrived started to return.

"That's right." She sounded relieved. "It's better we find out now, here where it's safe, than having it sprung on us out in the field with no wards to keep us from getting too hurt, or support in a worst case scenario."