For a moment she is reminded of the last time they had spent actual time together when they had dived into the water and raced across and the way the fish had flopped. The way they had climbed out with giddy grins upon their maws and shook of the water in a completely companionable way. It makes her chest squeeze in memory, a fierce longing, and she tries to shove it away. After all, she had burned that bridge when she had left Spirane with Fenrir. It was a relief to know that Sleekwing did not look upon her with disdain and loathing. He might never know how his arrival when she last visited Ailith had eased a burden within her but that burden.. it might never ease if she did not look upon Daenery's and spy her own love looking back once more. Life had been complicated. Natu always did tend to have a way of doing that to herself when she looked back on things.

Sleekwing followed her movements with excited ones of his own, his face expectant of her speech and she is overwhelmed with joy at his reception to her words. Her own lips twisted into a laugh and a grin as he jolted forward and upright, wrapping his legs around her and she rests her forehead against his pelt with a giggle at the hug, bracing herself so that in the few seconds that his weight is pressed she does not waver beneath him. Then he lands back into the water and it splashes across her chest and maw and she violently shakes her head side to side to clear her nostrils before beaming up at him.

When he dips down into a puppy-play mode she follows so that her own haunches poke high into the air with her tail curled across her back and the water unevenly dipping back and forth at her chin. Then he jolts upward and fairly yells, her ears falling back and then pricking forward as she begins to dance in place, two legs lifting at a time to create waves down the creek. Poor fish, they were likely in belief that a hurricane was coming through their little area, their minds not broad enough to understand the scope of what was happening. "I know!" She replies breathlessly, so happy in this moment. There is something heady about sharing excitement with someone who understood why it was so exciting.

Finally her grin eases to a smile and her dance comes to a halt as she watches him before she blinks, her eyes dropping for a moment in her sudden uncertainty. "Sleekwing... I-I have been thinking. I.. do you... I don't know yet but... do you think?" Then she pauses, clearly hesitant in finishing her sentence before she just suddenly plunges her hips into the water and seats herself right there in the creek with the water lapping up past her belly. "Do you think that Daenery's would ever forgive me? I miss it here very much and... Fenrir.. he, I do not know where he has gone or with Alexander and it has been so long. Would she ever allow me back, if I choose to return?" She does not know for she is torn, so very torn in what to do. What if he was dead and would never return? What if he just did not wish to return, lost without his brothers? What if she left and he did return? It was a jumble of things, her heart racing as she peeks at Sleekwing. The mountains had always felt so right to her - she loved it here fiercely, and it wasn't a lie. She missed it, missed them.