Ariadne nodded, as Windy hopped from her hand to her shoulder, settling there, nestled in the bend of her shoulder. Like Ariadne, she too craved touch and connection. She just was a bit more forward about going out and getting it.

Actually, Windy was a bit more forward about everything.

She was, perhaps, a manifestation of Ariadne's id. Still sweet, but more demanding than the woman herself.

"What should we talk about?"